Psalms 11
King James Version with ApocryphaTranslation
King James Version with Apocrypha
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
1Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
3They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be 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 win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.
7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
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 best multiplied the children of men.
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