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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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Help Lord for wasted are those men,
which right’usnesse embrace:
And rarely found that faithfull are,
but all the truth deface.


{{Text|English}}
Each to his neighbour falsehood speakes
and them seekes to beguile:
With flattering lips and double heart,
when smoothest hee doth smile.


Help Lord for wasted are those men,<br>
All flattering lips, the Lord our God,
which right’usnesse embrace:<br>
in justice will confound:
And rarely found that faithfull are,<br>
And all proud tongues, that vaunt great things
but all the truth deface.<br>
hee will bring to the ground.


Each to his neighbour falsehood speakes<br>
Our tongues say they shall lift us up,
and them seekes to beguile:<br>
by them wee shall prevail:
With flattering lips and double heart,<br>
Who should us let, or stop our course,
when smoothest hee doth smile.<br>
that thereof wee should faile.


All flattering lips, the Lord our God,<br>
For the destruction of the just,
in justice will confound:<br>
and such as bee opprest:
And all proud tongues, that vaunt great things<br>
And for the mournings of the poore,
hee will bring to the ground.<br>
that likewise bee distrest.


Our tongues say they shall lift us up,<br>
I will ryse up now saith the Lord,
by them wee shall prevail:<br>
and ease their griefe and care:
Who should us let, or stop our course,<br>
Of those which hee full craftely,
that thereof wee should faile.<br>
hath draw’n into his snare.


For the destruction of the just,<br>
Like silver fine that tried is,
and such as bee opprest:<br>
seven times by heate of fire:
And for the mournings of the poore,<br>
So are thy words Lord pure and cleane,
that likewise bee distrest.<br>
to such as them desire.


I will ryse up now saith the Lord,<br>
Thou Lord wilt keepe, and wilt defend,
and ease their griefe and care:<br>
all such as in thee trust:
Of those which hee full craftely,<br>
And from that cursed race of men,
hath draw’n into his snare.<br>
save all such as bee just.


Like silver fine that tried is,<br>
When evill men exalted bee,
seven times by heate of fire:<br>
the wicked gad about:
So are thy words Lord pure and cleane,<br>
Farre from all feare of paine, but thou
to such as them desire.<br>
O Lord wilt roote them out.


Thou Lord wilt keepe, and wilt defend,<br>
(Anonymous metrical version of Psalm 12)}}
all such as in thee trust:<br>
And from that cursed race of men,<br>
save all such as bee just.<br>
 
When evill men exalted bee,<br>
the wicked gad about:<br>
Farre from all feare of paine, but thou<br>
O Lord wilt roote them out.<br>
 
(Anonymous metrical version of Psalm 12)


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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2003-01-26).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 105 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Revised August 08

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Title: Help Lord for wasted are those men
Composer: William Byrd

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB

Genre: SacredSacred song

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: Psalmes, sonets & songs... (1588), no. 7

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Original text and translations

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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)