To the Chief Musician. Sheminith. A Psalm of David
1 Help, Jehovah, for the godly man ceases; for the faithful have vanished from among
the sons of men.
2 They speak vanity each one with his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart
3 Jehovah shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things,
4 that has said, We shall be strong with our tongue; our lips are our own; who is lord
5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now arise, says
Jehovah; I will set him in the safety for which he pants.
6 The Words of Jehovah are pure Words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified
7 You shall keep them, O Jehovah, You shall preserve them from this generation
8 The wicked walk on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.