1 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

11:1 In finem, pro octava. Psalmus David.

2 ¶ Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus,
quoniam diminutæ sunt veritates a filiis hominum.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3 Vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum;
labia dolosa, in corde et corde locuti sunt.

3 The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

4 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa,
et linguam magniloquam.

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus;
labia nostra a nobis sunt.
Quis noster dominus est?

5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

6 Propter miseriam inopum, et gemitum pauperum,
nunc exsurgam, dicit Dominus.
Ponam in salutari;
fiducialiter agam in eo.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7 Eloquia Domini, eloquia casta; argentum igne examinatum,
probatum terræ, purgatum septuplum.

7 Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 Tu, Domine, servabis nos,
et custodies nos a generatione hac in æternum.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

9 In circuitu impii ambulant:
secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum.