Psalm 12
To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

^1Help, Lord, because the godly man

doth daily fade away;

And from among the sons of men

the faithful do decay.

^2Unto his neighbour ev'ry one

doth utter vanity:

They with a double heart do speak,

and lips of flattery.

^3God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips,

tongues that speak proudly thus,

^4We'll with our tongue prevail, our lips

are ours: who's lord o'er us?

^5For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs

of needy, rise will I,

Saith God, and him in safety set

from such as him defy.

^6The words of God are words most pure;

they be like silver try'd

In earthen furnace, seven times

that hath been purify'd.

^7Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep

for ever from this race.

^8On each side walk the wicked, when

vile men are high in place.

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