|
|
|
Psalm 11
|
|
| 11:1
In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your
mountain? |
|
| 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. |
|
| 11:3
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? |
|
| 11:4
The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes
behold, his eyelids try,
the children of men. |
God's eyelids
|
| 11:5
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence
his soul hateth. |
"His soul hateth."
God hates some people.
Does God love everyone?
Who does God hate?
|
| 11:6
Upon the wicked he
shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this
shall be the portion of their cup. |
God will rain fire and brimstone on "wicked" folks.
|
| 11:7
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold
the upright.
|
|
|
Get the SAB