David, destitute of human comfort, craveth help from God.
Psalms 12:1 Helpe LORDE, for there is not one saynte more: very fewe faithfull are there amonge the children off men. Psalms 12:2 Euery man telleth lyes to his neghbor, they do but flater with their lippes and dissemble in their herte.
He comforteth himself with God's judgments on the wicked, and confidence in God's tried promises.
Psalms 12:3 O that the LORDE wolde rote out all disceatfull lippes, ad the tonge that speaketh proude thinges. Psalms 12:4 Which saye: Oure toge shulde preuayle: we are they that ought to speake, who is lorde ouer vs? Psalms 12:5 Now for the troubles sake off the oppressed, & because of the complaynte of the poore, I wil vp (sayeth the LORDE) I wil helpe the, and set the at rest. Psalms 12:6 The wordes of the LORDE are pure wordes: eue as ye syluer, which from earth is tried and purified vij. tymes in the fyre. Psalms 12:7 Kepe the therfore (o LORDE) and preserue vs fro this generacion for euer. Psalms 12:8 And why? when vanite and ydylnes getteth the ouer hande amonge the children of men, all are full of ye vngodly.