Psalm 12

HElp now, O Lord, for godly men
continually decay,
The faithful from the sons of men
are taken quite away.
Each man unto his neighbor speaks
false lyes and vanity,
And from a double-heart they talk
with lips of flattery.

But such smooth flattering lips the Lord
will cut off sudainly,
And that proud tongue that uttereth
such swelling words and high,
For with our tongues we will prevail,
in pride of heart, they say,
Our tongues are ours, who is our Lord
that we should him obay?

Now for the poor mens spoils (saith God)
and groans of men in need,
Ile rise, and from those scorners them
in safety set with speed.
Gods words are pure, and faithful all,
like silver that is try'd,
And in an earthen furnace hath
seven times been purifi'd.

And thou hast promis'd Lord to help
and to preserve each one,
For evermore in peace, from this
ill generation.
The wicked walk on every side,
and wax exceeding bold,
The vilest of the sons of men
when they advanc'd behold.