P  S  A  L .   X  I  I   (12)

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of David.

1   HElpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are failed from among the children of men.
2   They speake deceitfully every one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.
3   The Lord cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
4   Which have said, With our tongue will wee prevaile: our lips are our owne: who is Lord over us?
5   Now for the oppression of the needie, and for the sighes of the poor, I wil up, saith the Lord, and will set at liberty him, whom the wicked have snared.
6   The words of the Lord are pure words, as the silver, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seven fold.
7   Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord, thou wilt preserve him from this generation for ever.
8   The wicked walke on every side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

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