1
{To the chief Musician.
Upon Sheminith.
A Psalm of David.}
Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone;
for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.
2
They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.
3
Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,
4
Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who [is] lord over us?
5
Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.
6
The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7
Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8
The wicked walk about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.