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PSALMS ยท Chapter 11
11:1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say all of you to my soul, Flee
as a bird to your mountain?
11:2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow
upon the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.
11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
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.
11:5 The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves
violence his soul hates.
11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and
an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
11:7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does
behold the upright.
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