PSALM 12

Help, Yah, because the godly man
Doth daily fade away;
And from among the sons of men
The faithful do decay.

Unto his neighbour ev'ry one
Doth utter vanity;
They with a double heart do speak,
And lips of flattery.

Ail shall cut off all flattering lips,
Tongues that speak proudly thus:
"We'll with our tongues prevail; our lips
are our's: who's lord o'er us?"

Yah, Thou shalt us preserve and keep
For ever from this race;
On each side walk the wicked, when
Vile men are high in place.

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