For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David
1Help, Lord;
For the godly man ceaseth;
For the faithful fail from among the children of men
2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour:
With flattering lip,
And with a double heart, do they speak
3The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh great things:
4Who have said, with our tongue will we prevail;
our lips are our own:
Who is lord over us?
5For the spoiling of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord;
I will set him in safety at whom they puff
6The words of the Lord are pure words;
as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times
7Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever
8The wicked walk on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.