Psalm 11 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 1 In the LORD put I 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 privily shoot at the upright in heart. 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. 7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold the upright. |
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