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 ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

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

They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

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

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks 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 we will 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 I will arise,” says the Lord; “I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”

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

The words of the Lord are pure words, Like 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.

You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

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

The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.