Psalm XII

Helpe Lord! for all the godly men are gon,
And of the faithfull, fewe there are, or non;
Each man to other doth vaine things jmpart,
With lipps deceiptfull, and with double hart;
The Lord will soone cutt of the lipps that lie,
And root out tongues that speake proud words and high.
'With mighty words wee will preuale' say they:
What Lord is Hee that dareth us gainesay?
'Now for the trubles and oppressions sore
The gronings and the sighings of the poore,
I will arise' sayth God, 'and quell their foes
That swell with pride; and them in rest repose.'
God's words are pure, and chaste, like siluer tride
Which hath with seauen fires bene purified.
Thou wilt preserue them Lord! and guard them still,
From this vile race of men which wish them ill.
The ungodly walke in circles, yet goe free
When such as feare not God, exalted bee.