Psalms

1Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.

2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

3They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

6By 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.

7The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

8Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

9The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

1“Trốn về núi đi, này chim sẻ !

2núp trong bóng tối nhằm bắn người ngay thẳng.

3người công chính còn làm được chuyện gì ?”

4Chúa đưa mắt nhìn, dò xét phàm nhân.

5ghét những ai ưa thích bạo tàn.

6là phần riêng của chúng trên đời.

7được chiêm ngưỡng Thánh Nhan.

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9Этот перевод не включает этот отрывок.