Psalm 11
The Refuge of the
Upright |
To the chief Musician, A
Psalm of David. |
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In the LORD put I my
trust:
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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,
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they make ready their arrow upon the string, |
that they may privily shoot at the upright in
heart. |
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3 |
If the foundations be destroyed,
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what can the righteous do?
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4 |
The LORD is in his holy temple,
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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:
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but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul
hateth. |
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6 |
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares,
fire and brimstone,
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and a horrible tempest: this shall be the
portion of their
cup. |
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7 |
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness;
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his countenance doth behold the
upright. |
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