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XI.

1

My trust is in the Lord; vnto
My soule how say yee then
Flee to your mountaine, as a bird,
For (loe) vngodlie men

2

Doe bend their bowes; vpon the string
Their shafts they readie mak,
At such as vpright are in heart
Ayme, vnawars, to take.

3

What can the righteous do, destroy'd
Iff the foundations bee?

4

In temple of his holines,
Jehouah, the most high,
Jehouah hath his throne in heaven,
What passeth hee espyes;
His eyelids try the sonns of man;

5

The just Jehouah tryes.
But men perverse, and cruellie
Inclind, his soule disdaines.

6

Vpon them snares, fire, brimstone, storms
Most terrible hee raines,

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Their cup's due portion. For the Lord
Most righteous, doth delight
In righteousnes; who righteous are
Find favour in his sight