Psalms 11
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PSALM 11
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David.
1I in the Lord do put my trust:
how is it then that ye
Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird,
unto your mountain high?
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,
their shafts on string they fit,
That those who upright are in heart
they privily may hit.
3If the foundations be destroy'd,
what hath the righteous done?
4God in his holy temple is,
in heaven is his throne:
His eyes do see, his eye-lids try
5men's sons. The just he proves:
But his soul hates the wicked man,
and him that vi'lence loves.
6Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms,
on sinners he shall rain:
This, as the portion of their cup,
doth unto them pertain.
7Because the Lord most righteous doth
in righteousness delight;
And with a pleasant countenance
beholdeth the upright.
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Psalms 11
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1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde? 2For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart. 3For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done? 4The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men. 5The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate. 6Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup. 7For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.
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