013) Psalm 11

Psalm 11 To the chief Musician a psalm of David.

8.6.8.6

1 I In the Lord do trust; how then to my soul do ye say, as doth a little bird unto your mountain fly away?

2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow, their arrows they prepare on string; to shoot in dark at them in heart that upright are.

3 If that the firm foundations, utterly ruin’d be: as for the man that righteous is, what then perform can he?

4 The Lord in’s holy temple is, the Lords throne in heaven: his eyes will view, and his eye lids will prove the Sons of men.

5 The man that truly-righteous is ev’n him the Lord will prove; his soul they wicked hates, and him that violence doth love.

6 Snares, fire, and brimstone he will rain, ungodly men upon: and burning tempest; of their cup shall-be their portion.

7 For Jehovah that righteous is, all righteousness doth love: his countenance the upright one beholding, doth approve.

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