To him that excelleth vpon the eight tune.
A Psalme of Dauid.
1
Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.
2
They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.
3
The Lorde cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:
4
Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?
5
Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.
6
The wordes of the Lorde are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.
7
Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.
8
The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.