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11 In the Lord I put my trust; how say ye to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain,

for lo, the wicked bend their bow and make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart;

if the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in His holy temple! The Lord’S throne is in heaven! His eyes behold; His eyelids test the children of men!

The Lord trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence, His soul hateth.

Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold the upright.