^{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!