Chapter 11
In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? 2 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. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men. 5 The Lord tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence His soul hates. 6 Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the righteous Lord loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.
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Chapter 12
Help, Lord; for the godly man ceases; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak. 3 The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things: 4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us? 5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffs at him.
6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7 Thou shall keep them, O Lord, Thou shall preserve them from this generation forever. 8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.
