For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.
The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord is on his heavenly throne. He observes everyone on earth; his eyes examine them.
On the wicked he will rain fiery coals and burning sulfur; a scorching wind will be their lot.
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