Psalms 11

1For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.

2Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed;

For truth is diminished from among the children of men.

3Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor:

Their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

4Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips,

And the tongue that speaks great words:

5Who have said, We will magnify our tongue;

Our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

6Because 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.

7The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles;

As silver tried in the fire, proved in a furnace of earth,

Purified seven times.

8Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us,

And shalt preserve us, from this generation, and forever.

9The ungodly walk around:

According to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.