Psalms - Chapter 11

Passage

To 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 neighbor: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken. May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks 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, says 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. You, O Lord, will preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. The wicked walk round about: according to your highness, you have multiplied the children of men.