1   For the music director; on the Sheminith. A psalm of David.

  Save, O Yahweh, for the pious have ceased to be;

  for the faithful have vanished

  from among the children of humankind.

2   They speak falseness to each other.

  With flattering lips,

  with a double heart they speak.

3   May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,

  the tongue speaking great boasts -

4   those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail.

  Our lips are on our side.

  Who is master over us?”

5   “Because of the oppression of the afflicted,

  because of the groaning of the poor,

  now I will rise up,” Yahweh says.

  “I shall put them in the safety for which they long.”

6   The words of Yahweh are pure words

  like silver refined in the crucible on the ground,

  refined seven times.

7   You, O Yahweh, will protect them.

  You will preserve him

  from this generation always.

8   The wicked prowl about

  when vileness is exalted among the children of humankind.