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In the LORD put I my trust how say ye to my soul Flee as a bird to your mountain
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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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If the foundations be destroyed what can the righteous do
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The LORD is in his holy temple the LORD’s throne is in heaven his eyes behold his eyelids try the children of men
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The LORD trieth the righteous but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth
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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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For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness his countenance doth behold the upright