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In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;
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For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:
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When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?
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Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.
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Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test,—But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.
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He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.
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For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.