Psalms 11
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Psalms 11
American Standard Version
1
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge:
How say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain;
2
For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string,
That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
3
If the foundations be destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
4
Jehovah is in his holy temple;
Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5
Jehovah trieth the righteous;
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6
Upon the wicked he will rain snares;
Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7
For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness:
The upright shall behold his face.