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 * the Lord put I my trust:
 * How say ye to my soul,
 * Flee as a bird to your mountain?
 * 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.
 * If the foundations be destroyed,
 * What can the righteous do?
 * The Lord is in his holy temple,
 * The Lord's throne is in heaven:
 * His eyes behold,
 * His eyelids try, the children of men.
 * The Lord trieth 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 be the portion of their cup.
 * For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness;
 * His countenance doth behold the upright.