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Chapter 11
| Psal | MKJV | 11:1 | To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I put my trust in the LORD; how can you say to me, Flee like a bird to the mountains; | |
| Psal | MKJV | 11:2 | for lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. | |
| Psal | MKJV | 11:4 | The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD's throne is in Heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids examine the children of men. | |
| Psal | MKJV | 11:5 | The LORD tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence, | |
| Psal | MKJV | 11:6 | On the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest shall be the portion of their cup. | |