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To the director: A song of David.

11 I trust in the Lord, so why did you tell me to run and hide?
    Why did you say, “Fly like a bird to your mountain?”

Like hunters, the wicked hide in the dark.
    They get their bows ready and aim their arrows.
    They shoot at good, honest people.

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Psalm 11

For the director of music. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge.(A)
    How then can you say to me:
    “Flee(B) like a bird to your mountain.(C)
For look, the wicked bend their bows;(D)
    they set their arrows(E) against the strings
to shoot from the shadows(F)
    at the upright in heart.(G)

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

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.

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