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Psalm 11
11:1 In YHWH put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a
bird to your mountain? 11:2 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. 11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 11:4 YHWH is in his set-apart temple, YHWH's throne is in heaven:
his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 11:5 YHWH trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that
loveth violence his soul hateth. 11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 11:7 For the righteous YHWH loveth righteousness; his
countenance doth behold the upright.