Psalms 12

1 “For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among 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 They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

3 May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

4 Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; Who is lord over us?”

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

5 For the oppression of the poor and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

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 words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

7 Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, When the vilest of men are exalted.

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