Psalms - Chapter 11

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1 | In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 | For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 | If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 | The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 | The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 | Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 | For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

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