29 April 2014

Psalm XI


Psalm 11 [1]
11:1 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: * truths are decayed from among the children of men.
11:2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: * with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
11:3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, * and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
11:4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; * who is Lord over us?
11:5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, * now will I arise, saith the Lord.
11:6 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.
V. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
R. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.







1 comment:

Long-Skirts said...

ABOVE
ALL
SHADOWS

The shadows are dark
They meld into one
But “above all shadows
Rides the sun”.

The shadows are cold
The warmth they shun
But “above all shadows
Rides the sun”.

Purity preferred
The shadows want none
But “above all shadows
Rides the sun”.

And the abandoned priests
Who won’t be out done
Bravely elevate…
Where “above all shadows rides the sun”.