11:1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD I
put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your
mountain?
11:2 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.
11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
11:4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in
heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.
11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that
loveth violence his soul hateth.
11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
and a horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their
cup.
11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his
countenance beholdeth the upright.
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