Psalm 11

For the director of music. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge.
    How then can you say to me:
    ‘Flee like a bird to your mountain.
For look, the wicked bend their bows;
    they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
    at the upright in heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed,
    what can the righteous do?’

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