Loading…
The Revised Standard Version, Catholic Edition

Psalm 11–12

PSALM 11

To the choirmaster. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to me,

“Flee like a bird to the mountains;*

for lo, the wicked bend the bow,

they have fitted their arrow to the string,

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do”?

The Lord is in his holy temple,

the Lord’s throne is in heaven;

his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.

The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked,

and his soul hates him that loves violence.

On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone;

a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

For the Lord is righteous, he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.

PSALM 12

To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Help, Lord; for there is no longer any that is godly;

for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.

Every one utters lies to his neighbor;

with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

the tongue that makes great boasts,

those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,

our lips are with us; who is our master?”

“Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,

I will now arise,” says the Lord;

“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”

The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure,

silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

Do thou, O Lord, protect us,

guard us ever from this generation.

On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

Read More