11:title  To the choirmaster. Of David.
1  In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
“Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2  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;
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 see, his eyelids test the children of man.
5  The Lord tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6  Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7  For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version (Wheaton, IL: Crossway Bibles, 2016), Ps 11

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