11:1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.

11:1 In finem pro octava Psalmus David

11:2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

11:2 Salvum me fac Domine quoniam defecit sanctus quoniam deminutae sunt veritates a filiis hominum

11:3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

11:3 Vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum labia dolosa in corde et corde locuti sunt

11:4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

11:4 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa linguam magniloquam

11:5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

11:5 Qui dixerunt linguam nostram magnificabimus labia nostra a nobis sunt quis noster dominus est

11:6 By 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.

11:6 Propter miseriam inopum et gemitum pauperum nunc exsurgam dicit Dominus ponam in salutari fiducialiter agam in eo

11:7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

11:7 Eloquia Domini eloquia casta argentum igne examinatum probatum terrae purgatum septuplum

11:8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.

11:8 Tu Domine servabis nos et custodies nos a generatione hac et in aeternum

11:9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

11:9 In circuitu impii ambulant secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum