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Psalms • Chapter 11
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For the conductor, a song of David. In the Lord, I have taken refuge; how can you say to my soul, "Flee like a bird to your mountain"?
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For behold, the wicked aim their bow, they set their arrows against the upright in heart to shoot in darkness.
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For the righteous will be destroyed; what have they accomplished?
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The Lord is in His holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven; His eyes see, His eyelids test the sons of man.
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The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
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He will rain on the wicked coals of fire and brimstone, and a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup.
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For the righteous, the LORD loves righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.
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