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For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. |
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In YAHUVEH 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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YAHUVEH is in his holy temple; YAHUVEH, his throne is in heaven; His eyes
behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
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YAHUVEH 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 YAHUVEH is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall
behold his face. |