If in the Lord I have taken my refuge,
how can you say to me, how can you say to me:
flee like a bird to the mountain,
flee like a bird to the mountain?
I know that the wicked bend the bow,
and fit their arrows on the string,
to shoot in darkness the upright of heart,
but when the foundations quake,
what can the just man do?,
what can the just man do?
The Lord, the Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord has his throne in heaven,
his eyes look upon the world,
his gaze searches every man.
The Lord tests the just,
but the Lord tests the wicked as well,
the Lord does not love violence,
the Lord does not love violence.
If in the Lord I have taken my refuge…

I stretch out my arms,
I stretch out my arms,
and I pray to the Lord,
and I pray like the Lord.
Abba, my Father, Abba, my Father!
Into your hands I commit my spirit,
into your hands I commit my spirit.
I stretch out my arms…
Because the arms opened wide is the sign of Him,
and my standing up
the upright wood,
the upright wood.
I stretch out my arms…