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[1]In finem, pro octava. Psalmus David. |
[1]In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? |
[2]Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutæ sunt veritates a filiis hominum. |
[2]For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. |
[3]Vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum; labia dolosa, in corde et corde locuti sunt. |
[3]If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? |
[4]Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam. |
[4]The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
[5]Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus; labia nostra a nobis sunt. Quis noster dominus est? |
[5]The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. |
[6]Propter miseriam inopum, et gemitum pauperum, nunc exsurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari; fiducialiter agam in eo. |
[6]Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. |
[7]Eloquia Domini, eloquia casta; argentum igne examinatum, probatum terræ, purgatum septuplum. |
[7]For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright. |
[8]Tu, Domine, servabis nos, et custodies nos a generatione hac in æternum. |
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[9]In circuitu impii ambulant: secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum. |
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