Rotherham(i)
1 [To the Chief Musician. David’s.]
In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird; 2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart: 3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?
In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird; 2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart: 3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?