Psalms 11

KING JAMES BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 In the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?	1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.	2 Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?	3 They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.
4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.	4 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.	5 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.	6 Because 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.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.	7 The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
	8 You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
	9 The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.