Psalms11
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(Psa 11:1) In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee {as} a bird to your mountain?
(Psa 11:2) 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.
(Psa 11:3) If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
(Psa 11:4) The Lord {is} in his holy temple, the Lord's throne {is} in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
(Psa 11:5) The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
(Psa 11:6) Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: {this shall be} the portion of their cup.
(Psa 11:7) For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
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