This is another vivid variation of the theme of trusting in God. The psalmist is confident that the righteous will meet God face to face and chooses not to let the wicked bother him instead. The hunters are out again, but the psalmist is already heading to the refuge he knows so well, every corner of it—the mountain, which is God. What else can he do when all dependable safety disappears? Maybe the attitude is as reluctant as Peter’s ‘To whom shall we go?’. Clearly, our motives are never pure: something creative has let us down, and we turn to the Creator. Strangely enough, he seems content: he runs to us, as undignified as the Prodigal’s father. Will we ever truly comprehend the depth of God’s humble love? Even the form of a servant was not enough unless it hung on a cross!