Psalms

Chapter 11

  1. 1

    Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.

  2. 2

    Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

  3. 3

    They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

  4. 4

    May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

  5. 5

    Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

  6. 6

    By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

  7. 7

    The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

  8. 8

    Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

  9. 9

    The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.