The Book of PsalmsPsalm 11
Salvum me fac. The prophet calls for God's help against the wicked.
The Douay-Rheims numbers the Psalms as the Latin Vulgate does. In Bibles translated from the Hebrew this is Psalm 12. Read Psalm 12 in the WEBC.
11Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
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.
7The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.
8Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
9The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.