2Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

3They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour;

With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

4May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaketh proud things!

5Who have said: ‘Our tongue will we make mighty;

Our lips are with us: who is lord over us?’

6‘For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,

Now will I arise’, saith the Lord;

‘I will set him in safety at whom they puff.’

7The words of the Lord are pure words,

As silver tried in a crucible on the earth, refined seven times.

8Thou wilt keep them, O Lord;

Thou wilt preserve us from this generation for ever.

9The wicked walk on every side,

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.