Psalm 10:2–11:9

²In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain, like a sparrow.

³For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow: they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

⁴For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

⁵The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

⁶The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul.

⁷He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and storms of winds, shall be the portion of their cup.

⁸For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Psalm 11

¹Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David.

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 will 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.