1 Help, Lord, for the godly man comes to an end,for the faithful disappear from sons of men.
2 They speak empty words, each with his own neighbor;they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.
3 The Lord will cut off all flattering lips,and the tongue that speaks proud things,
4 who have said, “With our tongue will we prevail;our lips are in our control, who is master over us?”
5 “Because the poor are plundered,because the needy sigh,now I will arise,” says the Lord;“I will place him in the safety for which he yearns.”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words;they are silver tried in an earthen furnacerefined seven times.
7 You will keep them, O Lord;You will preserve them from this generation.
8 The wicked walk on every side,when the worthless of mankind are exalted.