[1] Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
[2] They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
[3] May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,
[4] Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?”
[5] “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise,” says the Lord; “I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
[6] The words of the Lord are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.
[7] You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
[8] The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.