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. |