011:001
In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

011:002
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.

011:003
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

011:004
The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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011:005
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

011:006
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

011:007
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

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