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To the Overseer.
— By David.
In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?
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For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
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When the foundations are destroyed, The righteouswhat hath he done?
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`Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne.
His eyes see — His eyelids try the sons of men.
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Jehovah the righteous doth try.
And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
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He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.
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For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'