PSALM 12. _Salvum me fac_.
Help me, Lord, for there is not one godly man left: for the
faithful are minished from among the children of men.
2 They talk of vanity every one with his neighbour: they do but
flatter with their lips, and dissemble in their double heart.
3 The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips: and the tongue that
speaketh proud things;
4 Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail: we are they
that ought to speak, who is lord over us?
5 Now for the comfortless trouble's sake of the needy: and because
of the deep sighing of the poor,
6 I will up, saith the Lord: and will help every one from him that
swelleth against him, and will set him at rest.
7 The words of the Lord are pure words: even as the silver, which
from the earth is tried, and purified seven times in the fire.
8 Thou shalt keep them, O Lord: thou shalt preserve him from this
generation for ever.
9 The ungodly walk on every side: when they are exalted, the
children of men are put to rebuke.