Psalm 12 (Belmont CM)

1 Help, Lord, because the godly mandoth daily fade away;And from among the sons of menthe faithful do decay.2 Unto his neighbour ev’ry onedoth utter vanity:They with a double heart do speak,and lips of flattery.3 God shall cut off all flatt’ring lips,tongues that speak proudly thus,4 We’ll with our tongue prevail, our lipsare ours: who’s lord o’er us?5 For poor oppress’d, and for the sighsof needy, rise will I,Saith God, and him in safety setfrom such as him defy.6 The words of God are words most pure;they be like silver try’dIn earthen furnace, seven timesthat hath been purify’d.7 Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keepfor ever from this race.8 On each side walk the wicked, whenvile men are high in place.