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11:1  For the choir director. Of David. In Yahweh I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
11:2  For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
11:3  If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?”
11:4  Yahweh is in His holy temple; Yahweh’s throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
11:5  Yahweh tests the righteous, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
11:6  May He rain snares upon the wicked; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
11:7  For Yahweh is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.