In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
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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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The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
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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. |