For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

• ¹Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.
• For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

• ²Everyone lies to his neighbor.
• They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

• ³May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,
• and the tongue that boasts,

• ⁴who 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 Yahweh;

• “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

• ⁶The words of Yahweh are flawless words,
• as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

• ⁷You will keep them, Yahweh.
• You will preserve them from this generation forever.

• ⁸The wicked walk on every side,
• when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.