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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.