Psalms 12

Matthew(i) 1 To the chaunter vpon Sheminith, a Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not one saincte more: very fewe faythfull are there amonge the chyldren of men. 2 Euery man telleth lyes too his neyghbour, they do but flatter with their lyppes and dissemble in their herte. 3 O that the Lorde wolde rote out all disceatfull lyppes, and the tonge that speaketh proude thynges. 4 Which saye: oure tonge shoulde preuayle we are they that oughte too speake, who is Lord ouer vs? 5 Now for the troubles sake of the oppressed, and because of the complainte of the poore I will vp (sayeth the Lord) I wil helpe them, & set them at rest. 6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes euen as the siluer, which from earth is tryed and purified .vij. tymes in the fyre. 7 Kepe them therfore (O Lorde) and preserue vs from this generacion for euer. 8 And why? when vanite & ydelnes getteth the ouerhande among the chyldren of men, all are full of the vngodly.