For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. 1 In the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? 4 The LORD is in his holy temple, The LORD, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 5 The LORD trieth the righteous: But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face. |
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