Geneva(i) 1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. 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 Lord 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 Lord 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.