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Chapter 11
| Psal | RWebster | 11:1 | In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? | |
| Psal | RWebster | 11:2 | For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. | |
| Psal | RWebster | 11:4 | The LORDis in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. | |
| Psal | RWebster | 11:5 | The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. | |
| Psal | RWebster | 11:6 | Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. | |