1<\/sup>Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.<\/span> <\/p>\n 2<\/sup>Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.<\/span> <\/p>\n 3<\/sup>They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.<\/span> <\/p>\n 4<\/sup>May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.<\/span> <\/p>\n 5<\/sup>Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?<\/span> <\/p>\n 6<\/sup>By 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.<\/span> <\/p>\n 7<\/sup>The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.<\/span> <\/p>\n 8<\/sup>Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.<\/span> <\/p>\n 9<\/sup>The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.<\/span> <\/p>\n