Anonymous ID: cf0202 Nov. 15, 2020, 9:45 p.m. No.11664651   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Psalm 11

For the director of music

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.

Anonymous ID: cf0202 Nov. 15, 2020, 10:19 p.m. No.11664946   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The fact that a wealthy corrupt elite reading these words would humbly trade fates with this penniless scribe is proof of illustrious triumph.