1 Help, Jehovah, for the godly man ceases; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.2 They speak vanity each one with his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.3 Jehovah shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things,4 that has said, We shall be strong with our tongue; our lips are our own; who is lord over us?5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now arise, says Jehovah; I will set him in the safety for which he pants.6 The Words of Jehovah are pure Words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.7 You shall keep them, O Jehovah, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.8 The wicked walk on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

1 The title of the twelfthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid.Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?2 Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai?3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?4 My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth;5 lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci.6 Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord.