Ps. > Chapter 11 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1IN the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold,...