Psalmen 11

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

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