Psalms11

Trust in the Lord Amidst Danger

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Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David.
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Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3
They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

The Lord Rules from Heaven

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May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5
Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?
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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.
7
The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
8
Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
9
The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.
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