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11:1  In the Lord I put my trust; how say ye to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain,
11:2  for lo, the wicked bend their bow and 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 test 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 a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
11:7  For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold the upright.