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.