Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from amongst the children of men.

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.

The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.