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Psalm 11
SALISBURY | Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Scottish Psalter
Melody from Ravenscroft's Psalter, 1621
Psalm 11
1 ¶ 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 trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
1 I IN the Lord do put my trust; How is it then that ye Say to my soul, Even as a bird Unto your mountain flee? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, Their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart They privily may hit. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, What hath the righteous done? 4 God in his holy temple is, In heaven is his throne. 5 His eyes behold, his eyelids try Men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, And him that violence loves. 6 Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms, On sinners he shall rain: This, as the portion of their cup, Doth unto them pertain. 7 Because the Lord most righteous doth In righteousness delight; They shall his countenance behold Who are in heart upright.