11:5. Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?
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.
11:7. The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
11:8. Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
11:9. The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.
Psalms Chapter 12
Usquequo, Domine.
A prayer in tribulation.
12:1. Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me?
12:2. How long shall I take counsels in my soul, sorrow in my heart all the day?