To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.
11 In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?
2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?Read full chapter