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Psalms 10

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 11


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.

Psalms 12

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