Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 12

Psalme 12

To the chiefe Musician upon Sheminith a psalme of David.

¹ HElpe Lord: for godly men doe cease: faithfull faile men among. ² Each to his friend speaks vanity; with flattring lips, and tongue

and with a double heart they speake. ³ All flatt’ring lips the Lord Shall cut them of, with every tongue That speaketh boasting word.

⁴ Thus have they sayd, we with our tongue, prevailing pow’re shall get: are not our lips our owne. for Lord who is over us is set?

⁵ Thus saith the Lord, for sighs of them
that want, for poor opprest, I’le now arise, from such as puffe, will set him safe at rest. ⁶ Pure are the words the Lord doth speak:

as silver that is tryde in earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purifyde. ⁷ Thou shalt them keep, o Lord, thou shalt

preserve them ev’ry one, For evermore in safety from this generation. ⁸ The wicked men on evry side

doe walk presumptuously, when as the vilest sons of men exalted are on hye.