“Flee like a bird to the mountains;*
they have fitted their arrow to the string,
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
what can the righteous do”?
the Lord’s throne is in heaven;
his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.
and his soul hates him that loves violence.
a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
the upright shall behold his face.
for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.
with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
the tongue that makes great boasts,
our lips are with us; who is our master?”
I will now arise,” says the Lord;
“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”
silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times.
guard us ever from this generation.
as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.