Psalms 12

1 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.

Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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