The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

Psalm 11

To the choirmaster. Of David.

1
In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
z "Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2 for behold, the wicked a bend the bow;
b they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3 if c the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?" 1

4 d The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's e throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids f test the children of man.
5 The Lord g tests the righteous,
but h his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Let him rain coals on the wicked;
i fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be j the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous;
he k loves righteous deeds;
l the upright shall behold his face.

English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers.
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