Salvum me fac
Help me, Lord, for there is not one godly man left; for the faithful are minished from among the children of men. They talk of vanity every one with his neighbour; they do but flatter with their lips, and dissemble in their double heart.
The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things, which have said, With our tongue will we prevail; we are they that ought to speak; who is Lord over us? Now, for the comfortless troubles’ sake of the needy, and because of the deep sighing of the poor, I will up, saith the Lord, and will help every one from him that swelleth against him, and will set him at rest. The words of the Lord are pure words, even as the silver, which from the earth is tried, and purified seven times in the fire.
Thou shalt keep him, O Lord; thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever. The ungodly walk on every side; when they are exalted, the children of men are put to rebuke.
The coverdale translation edited by W.S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.