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For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain; -
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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; -
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If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? -
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Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. -
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Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. -
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Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. -
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For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face. -
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