1For the leader; “upon the eighth.” A psalm of David.
2Help, Lord , for no one loyal remains;
the faithful have vanished from the children of men.
3They tell lies to one another,
speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.
4May the Lord cut off all deceiving lips,
and every boastful tongue,
5Those who say, “By our tongues we prevail;
when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?”
6“Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan,
I will now arise,” says the Lord ;
“I will grant safety to whoever longs for it.”
7The promises of the Lord are sure,
silver refined in a crucible,
silver purified seven times.
8You, O Lord , protect us always;
preserve us from this generation.
9On every side the wicked roam;
the shameless are extolled by the children of men.