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| 1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
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| 2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart. |
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| 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do? |
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| 4 Jehovah is in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, --his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men. |
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| 5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth. |
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| 6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
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| 7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright. |
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