Olmutz, S.M. [E]
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1 My trust is in the LORD;
How can you say to me,
"Now like a bird from peril haste
And to your mountain flee!
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2 "The wicked bend the bow
With arrow fixed for flight,
And stealthily in darkness go
The true in heart to smite.
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3 "Foundations are destroyed!
What can the righteous try?"
4 The LORD is in His holy place;
The LORD's throne is on high.
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His eyes will surely see,
His eyelids try men's sons.
5 The LORD tries just and wicked men;
His soul hates cruel ones.
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6 Upon all wicked men
He'll rain entangling snares.
Brimstone and fire and burning wind
He for their cup prepares.
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7 For righteous is the LORD,
And He loves righteousness;
And every one who upright is
Will see His gracious face.
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