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Salmos 11
1 «To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.» In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul,
2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
3 If the
4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes
5 The Lorde will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares,
7 For the righteous Lorde loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.