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11:1  To the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee like a bird to your mountain,
11:2  for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
11:3  if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”
11:4  The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD’s throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
11:5  The LORD tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
11:6  Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
11:7  For the LORD is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.