1[For the choir director; on the [sheminith]; a psalm by David.] Help, O LORD. No godly person is left. Faithful people have vanished from among Adam's descendants!

2All people speak foolishly. They speak with flattering lips. They say one thing but mean another.

3May the LORD cut off every flattering lip and every bragging tongue

4that has said, "We will overcome with our tongues. With lips such as ours, who can be our master?"

5"Because oppressed people are robbed and needy people groan, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will provide safety for those who long for it."

6The promises of the LORD are pure, like silver refined in a furnace and purified seven times.

7O LORD, you will protect them. You will keep each one safe from those people forever.

8Wicked people parade around when immorality increases among Adam's descendants.