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11:1 To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved <FI>to<Fi> Thy mountain for the bird?
11:2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
11:3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done?
11:4 `Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens <FI>is<Fi> His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men.
11:5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
11:6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind <FI>is<Fi> the portion of their cup.
11:7 For righteous <FI>is<Fi> Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'