1 {To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.} Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set him in safety, at whom they puff.

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7 Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 The wicked walk about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.