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[1] <To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid.> In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll
[2] For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart
[3] For if the foundations shalbe caste downe: what must the righteous do
[4] But God is in his holy temple, Gods throne is in heauen: his eyes looke downe, his eye liddes tryeth the chyldren of men
[5] God wyll trye the righteous: but his soule abhorreth the vngodly, and hym that delighteth in wickednes
[6] Upon ye vngodly he wyl rayne snares, fire and brimstone: and tempestious stormes shalbe their portion to drinke
[7] For God most righteous, loueth righteousnes: his countenaunce wyll beholde the iust
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