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Song of Trust in God

To the choirmaster. Of David.

11 In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to me,
    “Flee like a bird to the mountains;[a]
for lo, the wicked bend the bow,
    they have fitted their arrow to the string,
    to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
if the foundations are destroyed,
    what can the righteous do”?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 11:1 Gk Syr Jerome Tg: Heb flee to your mountain, O bird

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.

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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