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11:1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Yahweh I take refuge: How do you+ say to my soul, Flee to your+ mountain, birds;
11:2 For, look, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; 11:3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do? 11:4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; Yahweh, his throne is in heaven; His eyes look at, his eyelids try, the sons of man. 11:5 Yahweh tries the righteous; But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates. 11:6 On the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup. 11:7 For Yahweh is righteous; he loves righteousness: The upright will see his face. |
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