The Lord Is in His Holy Temple
11For the choir director. A Psalm of David. In the Lord I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain;
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For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness 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 behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
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The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
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Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
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For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.