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PSA 11:1
Psalm 11:1 |
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In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my
soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
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PSA 11:2
Psalm 11:2 |
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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. |
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PSA 11:3
Psalm 11:3 |
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If the foundations be destroyed, what can the
righteous do? |
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PSA 11:4
Psalm 11:4 |
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The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne
is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
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PSA 11:5
Psalm 11:5 |
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The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked
and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. |
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PSA 11:6
Psalm 11:6 |
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Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and
brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. |
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PSA 11:7
Psalm 11:7 |
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For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness;
his countenance doth behold the upright. |
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