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Psalms 11

¹For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain;

²For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

³If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?

⁴Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

⁵Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

⁶Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.