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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 11

To the chief Musician a psalm of David.

1 I In the Lord do trust; how then

to my soul do ye say,

as doth a little bird unto

your mountain fly away?

2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow,

their arrows they prepare

on string; to shoot in dark at them

in heart that upright are.

3 If that the firm foundations,

utterly ruin’d be:

as for the man that righteous is,

what then perform can he?

4 The Lord in’s holy temple is,

the Lords throne in heaven:

his eyes will view, and his eye lids

will prove the Sons of men.

5 The man that truly-righteous is

ev’n him the Lord will prove;

his soul they wicked hates, and him

that violence doth love.

6 Snares, fire, and brimstone he will rain,

ungodly men upon:

and burning tempest; of their cup

shall-be their portion.

7 For Jehovah that righteous is,

all righteousness doth love:

his countenance the upright one

beholding, doth approve.