Бёрд Уильям - Help, Lord, for wasted are those men - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Help Lord for wasted are those men,
 which right'usnesse embrace:
 And rarely found that faithfull are,
 but all the truth deface.
 Each to his neighbour falsehood speakes
 and them seekes to beguile:
 With flattering lips and double heart,
 when smoothest hee doth smile.
 All flattering lips, the Lord our God,
 in justice will confound:
 And all proud tongues, that vaunt great things
 hee will bring to the ground.
 Our tongues say they shall lift us up,
 by them wee shall prevail:
 Who should us let, or stop our course,
 that thereof wee should faile.
 For the destruction of the just,
 and such as bee opprest:
 And for the mournings of the poore,
 that likewise bee distrest.
 I will ryse up now saith the Lord,
 and ease their griefe and care:
 Of those which hee full craftely,
 hath draw'n into his snare.
 Like silver fine that tried is,
 seven times by heate of fire:
 So are thy words Lord pure and cleane,
 to such as them desire.
 Thou Lord wilt keepe, and wilt defend,
 all such as in thee trust:
 And from that cursed race of men,
 save all such as bee just.
 When evill men exalted bee,
 the wicked gad about:
 Farre from all feare of paine, but thou
 O Lord wilt roote them out.
 (Anonymous metrical version of Psalm 12)