Psalms Chapter 11 - American Standard Version

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(Psalm 11 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;
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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;
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If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?
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Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
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Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
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Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
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For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.