Psalm 11 – Salvum me fac

The prophet calls for God’s help against the wicked.

[1] Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. [2] Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. [3] They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken. [4] May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. [5] Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

[6] By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard. [7] The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times. [8] Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. [9] The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.