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Psalms 11

In the Lord I Take Refuge
1 To the choirmaster. Of David.

 In the LORD I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
 “Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2 for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
 they have fitted their arrow to the string
 to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3 if the foundations are destroyed,
 what can the righteous do”?


4 The LORD is in his holy temple;
 the LORD's throne is in heaven;
 his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
5 The LORD tests the righteous,
 but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Let him rain coals on the wicked;
 fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the LORD is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
 the upright shall behold his face.