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Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.
Old Testament
Psalms 11
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Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
3
They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.
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May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.
5
They have said: "We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?"
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Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.
7
The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
8
You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
9
The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.