When the news carries reports of attacks on the vulnerable, sudden tragedy, and systems that seem to work against rather than protect those most exposed, the psalmist’s cry becomes our own. He does not pretend the enemies are not real, nor that our times are fully within our control; rather, he places his fractured trust in hands that hold even these dark moments. To read this verse on a day of such scattered sorrow is not to deny the suffering or minimize its weight, but to ask whether there remains a refuge beyond our own ability to secure safety—and whether, in that refuge, the vulnerable are not abandoned but held.