The Book of Psalms
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For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
In Yahweh do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain;
For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?
Yahweh is in his holy temple; Yahweh, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Yahweh trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For Yahweh is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.
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