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11 | 1 | Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. | victori pro octava canticum David |
11 | 2 | Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. | salva Domine quoniam defecit sanctus quoniam inminuti sunt fideles 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. | frustra loquuntur unusquisque proximo suo labium subdolum in corde et corde locuti sunt |
11 | 4 | May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. | disperdat Dominus omnia labia dolosa 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 roboremus labia nostra nobiscum sunt quis dominus noster 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 vastitatem inopum et gemitum pauperum nunc consurgam dicit Dominus ponam in salutari auxilium eorum |
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 munda argentum igne probatum separatum a terra colatum septuplum |
11 | 8 | Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. | tu Domine custodies ea servabis nos a generatione hac in aeternum |
11 | 9 | The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men. | in circuitu impii ambulabunt cum exaltati fuerint vilissimi filiorum hominum |