Psalms 11
1Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for + 11:1 Gr. truths are become rare truth is diminished from amongst the children of men. 1
2Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart. 1
3Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words: 1
4who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us? 1
5Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly. 1
6The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved in + 11:6 Gr. the earth. a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 1
7You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever. 1
8The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you have greatly exalted the sons of men.