Psalm 12. A psalm of David



1    Help, Lord, because the godly man
          doth daily fade away;
     And from among the sons of men
          the faithful do decay.

2    Unto his neighbour ev'ry one
          doth utter vanity:
     They with a double heart do speak,
          and lips of flattery.

3    God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips,
          tongues that speak proudly thus,

4    We'll with our tongue prevail, our lips
          are ours: who's lord o'er us?

5    For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs
          of needy, rise will I,
     Saith God, and him in safety set
          from such as him defy.

6    The words of God are words most pure;
          they be like silver try'd
     In earthen furnace, seven times
          that hath been purify'd.

7    Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep
          for ever from this race.
8    On each side walk the wicked, when
          vile men are high in place.




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