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Psalm 11
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| 11:1
In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your
mountain? |
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| 11:2
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the
string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. |
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| 11:3
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? |
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| 11:4
The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes
behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
 (11:4) "His eyelids try the children of men."
 (11:5) "His soul hateth."
Does God love everyone?
 (11:6) "Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible
tempest."
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| 11:5
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence
his soul hateth.
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Upon the wicked he
shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this
shall be the portion of their cup. |
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| 11:7
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold
the upright.
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