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.

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 among the children of men.

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

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

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

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

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 of 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ungodly walk around: according to thy greatness thou has greatly exalted the sons of men.