Psalms 11
Salvum me fac.
The prophet calls for God’s help against the wicked.
1Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. 2Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away,because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
3They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor;
they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart. ▼
4May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips,
along with the tongue that speaks malice.
5They have said: “We will magnify our tongue;
our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”
6Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor,
now I will arise, says the Lord.
I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.
7The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence,
silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
8You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
9The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness,
you have multiplied the sons of men.
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