Psalms 11
David encourageth himself in God against his enemies.
Psalms 11:1 {To the chaunter, A Psalme of Dauid.} In the Lorde put I my trust: howe saye ye then to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon your hyll? Psalms 11:2 For lo, the vngodly bende theyr bowe, and make ready theyr arowes wyth in the bowe: that they maye pryuely shote at them, which are true of hert. Psalms 11:3 For the foundacyons wilbe cast downe, and what hath the ryghteous done?
The providence and justice of God.
Psalms 11:4 The Lorde is in hys holy temple the Lordes seat is in heauen? Hys eyes consydre & hys eye lyddes tryeth the chyldren of men. Psalms 11:5 The Lorde aloweth the ryghteous: but the vngodly, and hym that delyteth in wickednes, doth his soule abhorre. Psalms 11:6 Upon the vngodly he shall rayne snares, fyre, and brymstone, storme & tempest: thys shalbe theyr porcyon to dryncke. Psalms 11:7 For the ryghteous Lorde loueth ryghteousnes: hys countenaunce wyll beholde the thynge that is iust.
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