For the director of music. For sheminith. A psalm of David.
1Help, Lord! Those who do what is right are gone.
Those who are faithful have disappeared from the earth.
2Everyone tells lies to his neighbors.
With his lips he praises others, but he doesn't really mean it.
3May the Lord cut off all lips that don't mean what they say.
May he cut out every tongue that brags.
4They say, "We will win the battle with our tongues.
Our lips belong to us. No one else is in charge of us."
5The Lord says, "The weak are beaten down.
Those who are in need groan.
So I will stand up to help them.
I will keep them safe from those who tell lies about them."
6The words of the Lord are perfect.
They are like silver made pure in a clay furnace.
They are like silver made pure seven times over.
7Lord, you will keep us safe.
You will always keep sinners from hurting us.
8Proud and sinful people walk around openly
when the evil they do is praised by others.