1 For the Conductor, upon the eight-stringed instrument, a psalm by David.
2 Help us, Lord, for the pious are no more; for the faithful have vanished from among men.
3 Men speak falsehood to one another; with flattering lips, with a duplicitous heart do they speak.
4 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks boastfully-
5 those who have said, "With our tongues we shall prevail, our lips are with us, who is master over us!”
6 Because of the plundering of the poor, because of the moaning of the needy, the Lord says, "Now I will arise!" "I will grant deliverance," He says to him.
7 The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in the finest earthen crucible, purified seven times.
8 May You, O Lord, watch over them; may You forever guard them from this generation,
9 [in which] the wicked walk on every side; when they are exalted it is a disgrace to mankind.