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[1] To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?
[2] For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
[3] When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?
[4] `Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.
[5] Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
[6] He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.
[7] For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'
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