11:1 Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David.
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.
Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutæ 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.
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.
Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

11:5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
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 will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard.
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.
Eloquia Domini, eloquia casta; argentum igne examinatum, probatum terræ, purgatum septuplum.

11:8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
Tu, Domine, servabis nos, et custodies nos a generatione hac in æternum.

11:9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.
In circuitu impii ambulant: secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum.