Psalm 11:1-7
In the LORD I Take Refuge

0 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.

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1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

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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.

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3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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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.

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5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

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7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

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