Psalms 11

1To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved <FI>to<Fi> Thy mountain for the bird?

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

2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

3When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done?

3They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

4`Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens <FI>is<Fi> His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men.

4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

5Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?

6He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind <FI>is<Fi> the portion of their cup.

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.

7For righteous <FI>is<Fi> Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

7The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

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8Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

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9The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.