Psalms 12

12

To the chiefe musition vpon (an instrument) of eyght stringes, a psalme of Dauid. Saue thou me O God, for there is not one godly man left: for the faythfull are diminished from among the chyldren of men.

2

Euery one vseth vayne talke with his neyghbour: and speaketh with a double heart out of flatteryng lippes.

3

God wyll cut away all flatteryng lippes: and the tongue that speaketh great thinges.

4

Whiche say, we wyll preuayle with our tongue: our lippes are our owne, who is Lorde ouer vs?

5

For the calamities of the oppressed, for the deepe sighyng of the poore, I wyll nowe vp sayeth God: and I wyll put in safetie, hym whom the wicked hath snared.

6

The wordes of God be wordes pure, as the siluer tryed in a furnace of earth: and purified seuen times.

7

Wherfore thou wylt kepe the godly, O God: thou wylt preserue euery one of them from this generation for euer.

8

The vngodly walke on euery side: when the worst sort be exalted amongst the chyldren of men.