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Chapter 11 |
| 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. |
| 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. |
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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. |