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| 1. | {To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
| 2. | For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart. |
| 3. | If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do? |
| 4. | Jehovah is in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men. |
| 5. | Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth. |
| 6. | Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
| 7. | For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright. |