Psalms 11

PSALM 11.

2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

3They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips and with a double heart have they spoken.

4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own. Who is Lord over us?

6By reason of the misery of the needy and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

7The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

8Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

9The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.

An historical text. In 1955 the Douay-Rheims Challoner Bible received the Imprimatur ✠ of the English Catholic Church from the Archbishop of Westminster.
Published by: British & Foreign Bible Society