*To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 aIn the Lord put I my trust:
bHow say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, cthe wicked bend their bow,
dThey make ready their arrow upon the string,
3 If fthe foundations be destroyed,
What gcan the righteous do?
kThe Lord’s throne is in heaven:
lHis eyes behold,
His eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The Lord mtrieth the righteous:
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
7 For the righteous Lord qloveth righteousness;
rHis countenance doth behold the upright.
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