Psalm 11:1-3 To the choirmaster. Of David.
In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee like a bird to your mountain, for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart; if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”
You, O Lord, are my mountain, You are my rock of safety, You are my hiding place of perfect tranquility, You are my wellspring of peace. I must flee to You in every circumstance, for You are the maintainer of the foundation, You are the cornerstone of life.
