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Chapter 11
Psal YLT 11:1  To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?
Psal YLT 11:2  For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
Psal YLT 11:3  When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done?
Psal YLT 11:4  `Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men.
Psal YLT 11:5  Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
Psal YLT 11:6  He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.
Psal YLT 11:7  For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'