Psalms 11

1 Εἰς τὸ τέλος, ὑπὲρ τῆς ὀγδόης, ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυίδ.

2 Σῶσον με Κύριε, ὅτι ἐκλέλοιπεν ὅσιος, ὅτι ὠλιγώθησαν αἱ ἀλήθειαι ἀπὸ τῶν υἱῶν τῶν ἀνθρώπων.

3 Μάταια ἐλάλησεν ἕκαστος πρὸς τὸν πλησίον αὐτοῦ, χείλη δόλια, ἐν καρδίᾳ καὶ ἐν καρδίᾳ ἐλάλησαν.

4 Ἐξολοθρεύσαι Κύριος πάντα τὰ χείλη τὰ δόλια, καὶ γλῶσσαν μεγαλοῤῥήμονα·

5 Τοὺς εἰπόντας, τὴν γλῶσσαν ἡμῶν μεγαλυνοῦμεν, τὰ χείλη ἡμῶν παρʼ ἡμῶν ἐστι· τίς ἡμῶν Κύριός ἐστιν;

6 Ἀπὸ τῆς ταλαιπωρίας τῶν πτωχῶν, καὶ ἀπὸ τοῦ στεναγμοῦ τῶν πενήτων, νῦν ἀναστήσομαι, λέγει Κύριος· θήσομαι ἐν σωτηρίῳ, παῤῥησιάσομαι ἐν αὐτῷ.

7 Τὰ λόγια Κυρίου, λόγια ἁγνά· ἀργύριον πεπυρωμένον, δοκίμιον τῇ γῇ, κεκαθαρισμένον ἑπταπλασίως.

8 Σὺ Κύριε φυλάξεις ἡμᾶς· καὶ διατηρήσεις ἡμᾶς ἀπὸ τῆς γενεᾶς ταύτης, καὶ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα.

9 Κύκλῳ οἱ ἀσεβεῖς περιπατοῦσι, κατὰ τὸ ὕψος σου ἐπολυώρησας τοὺς υἱοὺς τῶν ἀνθρώπων.

1 For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.

2 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

truths are become rare.

3 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

4 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

5 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

6 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord, I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.

7 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

the earth.

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

9 The ungodly walk around: according to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.