Psalms 11

¹Unto the end for the octave, the Psalm of David.

²Save me Lord, because the holy hath failed because verities are diminished from among the children of men.

³They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour, deceitful lips, they have spoken in heart and heart.

⁴Our Lord destroy all deceitful lips, & the tongue that speaketh great things.

⁵Which have said: We will magnify our tongue, our lips are of us, who is our Lord?

⁶For the misery of the needy, and mourning of the poor, now will I arise, saith our Lord: I will put in a salvation, I will do confidently in him.

⁷Words of our Lord be chaste words: silver examined by fire, tried from the earth, purged seven fold.

⁸Thou Lord wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

⁹The impious walk round about: according to thy highness thou hast multiplied the children of men.