09 Mar

Psalm 11 (Psalm 12)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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


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