Psalms 11

1In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain. 2For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3If the foundations be destroyed, what can a righteous man do? 4Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men. 5Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence. 6He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.
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