Psalms Chapter 11 (ESV)
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TO THE CHOIRMASTER. OF DAVID.In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, "Flee like a bird to your mountain,
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for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
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if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?"
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The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD's throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test, the children of man.
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The LORD tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
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Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
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For the LORD is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.
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