Bible, King James Version
Psalms
Pss.11
[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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