PS-11:1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD

put I my trust:

how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

PS-11:2 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.

PS-11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous

do?

PS-11:4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is]

in heaven:

his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

PS-11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him

that loveth

violence his soul hateth.

PS-11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,

 and an

horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

PS-11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his

countenance doth

behold the upright.

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