¶ 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.
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.