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