The Lord Is in His Holy Temple
11To the choirmaster. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee like a bird to your mountain,
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for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
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if the foundations are destroyed, 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 see, his eyelids test the children of man.
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The Lord tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
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Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
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For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.