Psalm 10–12

Psalm 10

¹Why standest thou afar off, O Lord?

Why hidest thou thyself ^ain times of trouble?

^2†The wicked in his pride doth ^bpersecute the poor:

^cLet them be taken in the ^edevices that they have imagined.

³For the wicked boasteth of his ^†heart’s desire,

And ^||blesseth the covetous, whom the Lord abhorreth.

⁴The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after ^dGod:

^||God is not in all his ^ethoughts.

⁵His ways are always grievous;

^fThy judgments are far above out of his sight:

As for all his enemies, ^ghe puffeth at them.

^6hHe hath said in his heart, ⁱI shall not be moved:

^jFor I shall ^†never be in adversity.

^7jjHis mouth is full of cursing and ^†deceit and ^kfraud:

^lUnder his tongue is ^mmischief and ^||vanity.

⁸He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages:

ⁿIn the secret places doth he murder the innocent:

His eyes ^†are privily set against ^othe poor.

^9pHe lieth in wait ^†secretly ^qas a lion in his ^rden:

He lieth in wait to catch the poor:

He doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into ^shis net.

^10†He croucheth, and ^thumbleth himself,

That ^othe poor may fall ^||by his strong ones.

^11hHe hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten:

^uHe hideth his face; ^xhe will never see it.

¹²Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thine hand:

Forget not the ^||humble.

¹³Wherefore doth the wicked ^ycontemn God?

^hHe hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not ^zrequire it.

¹⁴Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite,

^aTo requite it with thy hand:

^oThe poor ^†bcommitteth himself unto thee;

^cThou art the helper of the fatherless.

^15dBreak thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man:

^zSeek out his wickedness till thou find none.

^16eThe Lord is King for ever and ever:

The heathen are perished out of his land.

¹⁷Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the ^fhumble:

Thou wilt ^||prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:

¹⁸To ^gjudge the fatherless and ^hthe oppressed,

That ⁱthe man of the earth may no more ^||oppress.

Psalm 11

^*To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

^1aIn the Lord put I my trust:

^bHow say ye to my soul,

Flee as a bird to your mountain?

²For, lo, ^cthe wicked bend their bow,

^dThey make ready their arrow upon the string,

That they may ^†privily shoot at ^ethe upright in heart.

³If ^fthe foundations be destroyed,

What ^gcan the righteous do?

^4hThe Lord is in ⁱhis holy temple,

^kThe Lord’s throne is in heaven:

^lHis eyes behold,

His eyelids try, the children of men.

⁵The Lord ^mtrieth the righteous:

But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

⁶Upon the wicked he shall rain ^||snares, fire and ⁿbrimstone,

And ^||an ^ohorrible tempest: this shall be ^pthe portion of their cup.

⁷For the righteous Lord ^qloveth righteousness;

^rHis countenance doth behold the upright.

Psalm 12

To the chief Musician ^||*upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

^1||Help, Lord; for ^athe godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

²They ^aaspeak vanity every one with his neighbour:

With ^bflattering lips and with ^†a double heart do they speak.

³The Lord shall cut off all ^bflattering lips,

And the tongue that speaketh ^†proud things:

⁴Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail;

Our lips ^†are our own: who is lord over us?

^5cFor the oppression of ^dthe poor, for the sighing of the needy,

^eNow will I arise, saith the Lord;

I will set him in safety from him that ^||fpuffeth at him.

^6gThe words of the Lord are pure words:

As silver ^gtried in a furnace of earth, ^hpurified ⁱseven times.

⁷Thou shalt keep them, O Lord,

Thou shalt preserve ^†them from this generation for ever.

⁸The wicked walk on every side,

When ^†the vilest men are exalted.