Psalm 11
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
Psalm 11:2 Psalm 11.2 privily: Heb. in darkness
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
Psalm 11:6 Psalm 11.6 an horrible…: or, a burning tempest
7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
King James Version
The King James Version or Authorized Version of the Holy Bible, using the standardized text of 1769, with Apocrypha/Deuterocanon
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