Psalms 12 To him that excelleth vpon an instrument of eyght strynges a Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not one godly man left. For the faythful are mynisshed from amonge the chyldren of men.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To him that excelleth vpon an instrument of eyght strynges a Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not one godly man left. For the faythful are mynisshed from amonge the chyldren of men. ² They talke of vanyte, euery one wyth hys neyghboure, they do but flatter wyth theyr lyppes & dyssemble in theyr double herte. ³ The Lorde shall rote out all disceatfull lyppes, and the tonge that speaketh proude thynges. ⁴ Whych haue sayde: wyth oure tonge wyll we preuayle: we are they that ought to speake, who is Lord ouer vs. ⁵ Nowe for the comforles troubles sake of the neadye, & because of the deape fyghthing of the poore, I will vp (sayeth the Lorde) and wyll helpe euery one, from hym that swelleth agaynst hym, and wyll set them at rest. ⁶ The wordes of the Lorde are pure wordes euen as the syluer, whych from earth is tryed and purifyed seuen tymes in the fyre. ⁷ Thou shalt kepe them (O Lorde) thou shalt preserue hym from thys generacyon for euer ⁸ The vngodly walke on euery syde: whan they are exalted, the chyldren of men are put to rebuke.