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Psalms 11
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1 For 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 the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness 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, his 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 burning wind shall be the portion of their cup
7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.