Psalms
Chapter Eleven
<<To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.>>
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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