The Holy Bible – Douay‐Rheims version
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 11
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1
Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
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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.
