Psalm 11
1. Unto
the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
2. 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 win 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.
The fact that these words were written 3 thousand years ago is astonishing.
