The leaders will not be able to run away and hide. The shepherds of the flocks will not be able to escape.

My God is my rocky summit where I take shelter, my shield, the horn that saves me, my stronghold, my refuge, my savior. You save me from violence!

But the eyes of the wicked fail, and escape eludes them; their one hope is to breathe their last.”

Fast runners will find no place to hide; strong men will have no strength left; warriors will not be able to save their lives.

As for me, I will sing about your strength; I will praise your loyal love in the morning. For you are my refuge and my place of shelter when I face trouble.

Look to the right and see! No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run; no one is concerned about my life.

What do I see?” says the Lord. “The soldiers are terrified. They are retreating. They have been defeated. They are overcome with terror; they desert quickly without looking back.

Then I said, “Lord, you give me strength and protect me. You are the one I can run to for safety when I am in trouble. Nations from all over the earth will come to you and say, ‘Our ancestors had nothing but false gods – worthless idols that could not help them at all.