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Psalm 11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

In the Lord put I my trust:
how say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain?
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,
they make ready their arrow upon the string,
that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
If the foundations be destroyed,
what can the righteous do?

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