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To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David.

1   In the Lord put I my trust: how say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a bird?
2   For loe, the wicked bend their bow, and make ready their arrowes upon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are upright in heart.
3   For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?
4   The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lords throne is in the heaven: his eyes will consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.
5   The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.
6   Upon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the portion of their cup.
7   For the righteous Lord loveth righteousnesse: his countenance doeth behold the just.



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