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?”
The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord’s throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man. The Lord tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence. Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.
When I read this, I get a picture of someone being attacked with harsh words and worldly philosophies and inaccurate accusations on their character.
I get a picture of someone just being mean.
And the person receiving the attack standing up and proclaiming, “In the Lord I take refuge.”
In the Lord.
Not in your opinion of me.
Not in what the world has to offer.
Not even in the foundation of the earth.
But in the Lord.
I picture someone who is struggling with lies the enemy is hurling their way, yet stands firm in who God is.
It is the Lord who is righteous.
It is the Lord who is our refuge.
Those who are upright will behold His face.