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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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