1: (For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.) Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2: Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart. 3: May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that boasts, 4: Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?" 5: "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him." 6: The words of Yahweh are flawless words, As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times. 7: You will keep them, Yahweh, You will preserve them from this generation forever. 8: The wicked walk on every side, When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.
