A declaration of faith when everything falls apart. When the wicked bend their bows and the foundations are destroyed, the psalmist refuses to flee — “In the LORD I take refuge.”
“The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD’s throne is in heaven. His eyes behold, His eyelids test the children of man.”
The arrangement weaves ancient warrior fusion with ney, lyre, and cello — moving from whispered resolve to battle-cry confidence. God sees. God tests. And the upright will behold His face.