PSALMS

The Eleventh Psalm

In Domino confido.

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IN the LORD put I my trust; * how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
 
For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver, * that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.
 
If the foundations be destroyed, * what can the righteous do?
 
The LORD is in his holy temple; * the LORD'S seat is in heaven.
 
His eyes consider the poor, * and his eyelids try the children of men.
 
The LORD approveth the righteous: * but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
 
Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest: * this shall be their portion to drink.
 
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; * his countenance will behold the thing that is just.