Psalm 12

Help me, Lord, for there is not one godly man left
For the faithful are minished from among the children of men

They talk of vanity every one with his neighbour
They do but flatter with their lips, and dissemble in their double heart

The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips
And the tongue that speaketh proud things

Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail
We are they that ought to speak, who is lord over us?

Now for the comfortless troubles' sake of the needy
And because of the deep sighing of the poor

I will up, saith the Lord
And will help every one from him that swelleth against him, and will set him at rest

The words of the Lord are pure words
Even as the silver, which from the earth is tried, and purified seven times in the fire

Thou shalt keep them, O Lord
Thou shalt preserve him from this generation for ever

The ungodly walk on every side
When they are exalted, the children of men are put to rebuke

Glory be to the Father and to the Son
And to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning
Is now, and ever shall be
World without end. Amen