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¶ IN the LORD put I my trust;
how say you to me, Flee as a bird to the mountains?
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For, lo, the wicked bend their bow;
they make ready their arrow upon the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.
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For if they have destroyed the foundations which the LORD has prepared, 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 behold, his eyelids examine, the children of men.
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The LORD tries the righteous and the wicked;
but his soul hates him that loves violence.
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Snares have come down upon the wicked like rain;
fire and brimstone and a destructive tempest shall be the portion of their cup.
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For the LORD is righteous, and he loves righteousness;
his countenance beholds the upright.