Psalm 12

HElp Lord; for, no Good man is left:
All faithfulnes is quite bereft,
And from the race of men departs:
They, lies vnto their neighbours, tell;
Vpon their lipps, faire speaches dwell,
When falshood lurketh in their hartes.

But, God shall cut their lipps that gloze,
And, pluck away the tongues of those
Who proudly make their vauntings, thus:
Wee of our tongues will masters be;
Our lipps are ours, & who is he
That shall have Lord-ship over vs?

But, I (saith God) will now arise,
Ev'n for the sighengs & the cries
Of those that wrong'd or greeved are:
And, I will them in saftie sett,
Beyond their powre, who in their nett,
The poremans footsteps would ensnare,

Gods wordes refinde, the Test will bide,
Like silver seav'n tymes purifide;
And, God will keep them ever true:
Though, for a while, men lewd & base,
Do sitt in honors higest place,
And, ev'ry where their folly shewe.