1 Help, Lord, because the godly mandoth daily fade away;And from among the sons of menthe faithful do decay.
2 Unto his neighbour ev'ry onedoth utter vanity:They with a double heart do speak,and lips of flattery.
3 God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips,tongues that speak proudly thus,
4 We'll with our tongue prevail, our lipsare ours: who's lord o'er us?