| | 1 | For the director of music. According to sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men. | |
| | 2 | Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception. | |
| | 3 | May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue | |
| | 4 | that says, "We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips--who is our master?" | |
| | 5 | "Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will protect them from those who malign them." | |
| | 6 | And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times. | |
| | 7 | O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever. | |
| | 8 | The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men. | |
