Chapter 11

The prophet calls for God's help against the wicked.

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.

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.