God, a Helper against the Treacherous.

For the music director; [a]upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

1Help, LORD, for the godly person has come to an end,

For the faithful have disappeared from the sons of mankind.

2They speak [b]lies to one another;

They speak with [c]flattering lips and a double heart.

3May the LORD cut off all [d]flattering lips,

The tongue that speaks great things;

4Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;

Our lips are [e]our own; who is lord over us?”

5“Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the groaning of the needy,

Now I will arise,” says the LORD; “I will put him in the safety for which he longs.”

6The words of the LORD are pure words;

Like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, filtered seven times.

7You, LORD, will keep them;

You will protect him from this generation forever.

8The wicked strut about on every side

When [f]vileness is exalted among the sons of mankind.