Psalms 11

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PSALM XI.
Nae need till flie frae the ill-heartit loon: the Lord canna mislippen his ain.
Till the sang-maister: ane o’ David’s.#11:0 Cir. A. C. 1060
1I lippen till the Lord: whatfor cry ye till my saul, Awa to yer craig like a bird!#1 Sam 26:19, 20
2For leuk, the ill-deedie stent the bow;#Ps 64:3, 4 their flane on the string they straught;#Ps 21:12 till ding the aefauld in heart, hidlins?#11:2 Heb. i’ the mirk.
3An#Ps 82:5 the grundin#11:3 Heb. grundins. gang, what mair can the leal man do?
4The Lord#Hab 2:20 ’s intil his halie howff; the Lord, his thron ’s i’ the lift: his een#Ps 33:13; 34:15, 16; 66:7 can see, his vera winkers try, yird’s bairns.
5The Lord wales weel the rightous; bot the ill-deedie man, an’ wha likes mischieff, his saul abides-na.
6He#Gen 19:24; Ezek 38:22 sal toom on ill-doers a bleezan spate;#11:6 or, spatefu’ o’ girns. lowe, an’ brun-stane, an’ the stoor o’ storms: a stoupfu’ o’ their ain.#Ps 75:8
7For the rightous Lord likes weel a’ rightousness; his een#11:7 Heb. faces, or leuks. tak tent o’ the right.

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