Psalms 12

1 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.

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

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

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

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 over us?

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

5 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.

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 words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

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

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

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

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