^{1 Ref} To 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:

^{2 Ref} Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

^{3 Ref} Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

^{4 Ref} Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips `are' our own; who `is' lord over us?'

^{5 Ref} Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety `him who' doth breathe for it.

^{6 Ref} Sayings of Jehovah `are' pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

^{7 Ref} Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

^{8 Ref} Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

^{1 Ref} > Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

^{2 Ref} Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

^{3 Ref} May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that boasts,

^{4 Ref} Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

^{5 Ref} "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."

^{6 Ref} The words of Yahweh are flawless words, As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

^{7 Ref} You will keep them, Yahweh, You will preserve them from this generation forever.

^{8 Ref} The wicked walk on every side, When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.