1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.Help, Lord; 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 the Lord 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 the Lord;"I will set him in safety from those who malign him."
6 The words of the Lord are flawless words,as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
7 You will keep them, Lord.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.