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