Psalm 11
“In the Lord put I my
trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? 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. If the foundations be destroyed,
what can the righteous do? The Lord
is in his holy temple, the Lord's
throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. The
Lord trieth the righteous: but the
wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. Upon the wicked he shall
rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the
portion of their cup. For the righteous Lord
loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.”
Praise ye the
Lord!!!
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