The Book of Psalms — Liber Psalmorum
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Psalm 11
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In finem, pro octava. Psalmus David.
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Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
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(To the choir-master. Over the octave. A psalm. Of David.)
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Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutæ sunt veritates a filiis hominum.
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Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
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Lord, come to my rescue; piety is dead; in a base world, true hearts have grown rare.
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Vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum; labia dolosa, in corde et corde locuti sunt.
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They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
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None but exchanges empty forms of speech with his neighbour; everywhere false hearts and treacherous lips.
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Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.
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May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
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Those treacherous lips, that tongue with high-sounding phrases; Lord, rid the earth of them!
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Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus; labia nostra a nobis sunt. Quis noster dominus est?
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Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
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With our tongues, they say, we can do great things; our lips are good friends to us; we own no master.
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Propter miseriam inopum, et gemitum pauperum, nunc exsurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari; fiducialiter agam in eo.
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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.
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Now, says the Lord, I will bestir myself, on behalf of the helpless who are so ill used, of the poor who cry out so bitterly; I will win them the redress they long for.
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Eloquia Domini, eloquia casta; argentum igne examinatum, probatum terræ, purgatum septuplum.
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The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
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The promises of the Lord are true metal, like silver that is tested in the crucible, the stains of earth gone, seven times refined.
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Tu, Domine, servabis nos, et custodies nos a generatione hac in æternum.
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Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
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Yes, Lord, thou wilt watch over us, and keep us ever safe from these evil days.
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In circuitu impii ambulant: secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum.
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The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.
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See how the wicked come and go all around us, how they rise to greatness, this base breed of men!