A Psalm of David.
Help, Lord, because the godly man
doth daily fade away;
And from among the sons of men

the faithful do decay.
Unto his neighbour ev'ry one
doth utter vanity:
They with a double heart do speak,

and lips of flattery.
God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips,
tongues that speak proudly thus,
We'll with our tongue prevail, our lips

are ours: who's lord o'er us?
For poor oppress'd,
and for the sighs of needy, rise will
I, Saith God, and him in safety set

from such as him defy.
The words of God are words most pure;
they be like silver try'd
In earthen furnace, seven times

that hath been purify'd.
Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep
for ever from this race.
On each side walk the wicked, when

vile men are high in place.