1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

<>In the LORD put I my trust

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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3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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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.

<>vv. 2,4,6, <>his eyes behold … the children of men, <>children

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

<>The LORD trieth the righteous

6 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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7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

<>his countenance doth behold the upright