1<b>For the music director; with an eight-stringed instrument. A Psalm by David.</b> Help, Yahweh, because good people are disappearing. Faithful people are vanishing from among humanity.
2Everyone lies to their neighbor. They speak with flattering words and with insincere hearts.
3May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips and the bragging tongue,
4those who say, “We will win with our words. Our lips belong to us. Who is in charge of us?”
5“Because the poor are oppressed and the needy groan, I will now rise up,” says Yahweh. “I will keep them safe from those who speak against them.”
6Yahweh’s words are perfect, like silver purified in a clay furnace, refined seven times.
7You, Yahweh, will protect them. You will keep them safe from this generation forever.
8Wicked people walk around everywhere, when what is evil is praised among humanity.