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Psalm 11 [1] <To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.> 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 a 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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