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Psalms 11

In the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee
as
a bird to your mountain?
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.
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
The LORD
is in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne
is
in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest:
this shall be the portion of their cup.
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.