Psalm 12.

 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 neighbor 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 oppressed, 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 tried
    In earthen furnace, seven times
       that hath been purified.

 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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