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Psalms 11

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? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. ^{▼▼privily: Heb. in darkness} 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. ^{▼▼an horrible...: or, a burning tempest} 7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.