Psalms 11

¹ Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.

² Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

³ They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

⁴ May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

⁵ They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

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 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.