1 T o the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 V anity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3 J ehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

4 W ho said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips our own; who lord over us?'

who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 B ecause of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety doth breathe for it.

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

6 S ayings of Jehovah pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7 T hou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 A round the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.