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.