Psalms - Chapter 11 | New King James Version

  • 1. To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain"?
  • 2. For look! The wicked bend their bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot secretly 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, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
  • 6. Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their cup.
  • 7. For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright. {cf2super [12]}
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