Psalms:11

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King James Version (KJV) of Psalms the Eleventh Chapter.


Psa 11:1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Psa 11:2 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.

Psa 11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Psa 11:4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Psa 11:5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Psa 11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

Psa 11:7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.