Psalms 12

Coverdale(i) 1 Helpe LORDE, for there is not one saynte more: very fewe faithfull are there amonge the children off men. 2 Euery man telleth lyes to his neghbor, they do but flater with their lippes and dissemble in their herte. 3 O that the LORDE wolde rote out all disceatfull lippes, ad the tonge that speaketh proude thinges. 4 Which saye: Oure toge shulde preuayle: we are they that ought to speake, who is lorde ouer vs? 5 Now for the troubles sake off the oppressed, & because of the complaynte of the poore, I wil vp (sayeth the LORDE) I wil helpe the, and set the at rest. 6 The wordes of the LORDE are pure wordes: eue as ye syluer, which from earth is tried and purified vij. tymes in the fyre. 7 Kepe the therfore (o LORDE) and preserue vs fro this generacion for euer. 8 And why? when vanite and ydylnes getteth the ouer hande amonge the children of men, all are full of ye vngodly.