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The first book of Psalms, song 11, King James Version

Psalm 11

   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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