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 God-like men are here no more. The faithful can no longer be seen among the sons of men.
2 V anity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
They lie to each other. Their lips speak with sweet-sounding words that are not true.
3 J ehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
May the Lord cut off all lips of false respect, and the tongue that speaks of great things.
4 W ho said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips our own; who lord over us?'
They say, “We can win with our tongues. 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.
“Because of the suffering of the weak, and because of the cries of the poor, I will now rise up,” says the Lord. “I will keep him safe as he has wanted to be.”
6 S ayings of Jehovah pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
The words of the Lord are pure words. They are like silver that has been made pure seven times in a stove of earth.
7 T hou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
O Lord, You will keep us. You will keep us safe forever from the people of this day.
8 A round the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
The sinful walk on every side when bad actions are held in honor among the sons of men.