wbs - 11

wbs@Psalms:11:1 @ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

wbs@Psalms: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.

wbs@Psalms:11:3 @ If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

wbs@Psalms: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.

wbs@Psalms:11:5 @ The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

wbs@Psalms:11:6 @ Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

wbs@Psalms:11:7 @ For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.

Psalms 11