1 A melody of David.
Save me, O Jehovah, for the loyal one is no more; Faithful people have vanished from among men.
2 They speak lies to one another; They flatter with their lips and speak with deceitful hearts.
3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips And the tongue that makes great boasts,
4 Those who say: “We will prevail with our tongues. We use our lips as we please; Who will be our master?”
5 “Because the afflicted are oppressed, Because of the sighing of the poor, I will rise up to act,” says Jehovah. “I will save them from those who treat them with contempt.”
6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure; They are like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.
7 You will guard them, O Jehovah; You will protect each one of them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked walk around unrestrained Because the sons of men promote depravity.