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11:1	In the LORD 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	The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
11:5	The LORD 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 LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.


11:1	To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?
11:2	For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
11:3	For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?
11:4	The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.
11:5	The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.
11:6	Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.
11:7	For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.


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