Psalms - Chapter 11 - King James Version
- In theLORDput I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Fleeasa bird to your mountain?
- For, lo, the wicked bendtheirbow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
- If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
- TheLORDisin his holy temple, theLORD’sthroneisin heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
- TheLORDtrieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
- Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest:this shall bethe portion of their cup.
- For the righteousLORDloveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.