Psalms 11

1 In the LORD I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, 'Flee as a bird to your mountain;

2 For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?'

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.

6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.


Psalms 11 - New American Standard Bible - NASB


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