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Chapter 11
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In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
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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
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If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous
do? |
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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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The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him
that loveth violence his soul hateth. |
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Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of
their cup. |
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For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance
doth behold the upright. |
