| Chapter 11 |
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To the Overseer. -- By David. In Yehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved to Thy mountain for the bird? |
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For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. |
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When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done? |
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`Yehovah is in his holy temple: Yehovah -- in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men. |
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Yehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated, |
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He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup. |
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For righteous is Yehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!` |