Help, for the Godly Are No More 1{11:1}Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. [2] Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. 2{11:3}They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken. 3{11:4}May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. 4{11:5}Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us? 5{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. 6{11:7}The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times. 7{11:8}Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. 8{11:9}The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men. Douay Rheims Version - Bishop Challoner Revision Bible Hub |