[1]  IN the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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[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.

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[3]  If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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[4]  The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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[5]  The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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[6]  Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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[7]  For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

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