Psalm β Chapter 11
King James Version Β· 7 verses
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1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?β2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.β3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?β4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.β5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.β6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.β7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.β