• Psalms 11:1

    In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

  • Psalms 11:2

    For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privilya shoot at the upright in heart.

  • Psalms 11:3

    If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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