Psalm 11
1 For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.
2 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man hath failed;
for [1]truth is diminished from among the children of men.
3 Every one hath spoken vanity to his neighbour:
their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.
4 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips,
and the tongue that speaketh great words:
5 who have said, We will magnify our tongue;
our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?
6 Because of the misery of the poor,
and because of the sighing of the needy,
now will I arise, saith the Lord,
I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.
7 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles;
as silver tried in the fire, proved in [2]a furnace of earth,
purified seven times.
8 Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us,
and shalt preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.
9 The ungodly walk around:
according to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.