← Psalms
- A. 11:1 In Yahweh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
- B. 11:2 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.
- C. 11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
- D. 11:4 Yahweh is in his holy temple, Yahweh's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
- C'. 11:5 Yahweh trieth the righteous:
- B'. 11:5 but the wicked and him that loveth violence
- A'. 11:5 his soul hateth.