For the director of music. According to sheminith.
A psalm of David.
1 Help, Lord, for the godly are no more;
the faithful have vanished from among
2 Everyone lies to his neighbor;
their flattering lips speak with deception.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips
and every boastful tongue
4 that says, “We will triumph with our tongues;
we own our lips—-who is our master?”
5 “Because of the oppression of the weak
and the groaning of the needy,
I will now arise,” says the Lord.
“I will protect them from those who malign
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless,
like silver refined in a furnace of clay,
purified seven times.
7 O Lord, you will keep us safe
and protect us from such people forever.
8 The wicked freely strut about
when what is vile is honored among men.