1To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith.[1] A Psalm of David. Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man. (إش 57:1; مي 7:2)2Everyone utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. (1أخ 12:33; مز 5:9; مز 41:6; مز 144:8; إر 9:8; رو 16:18; يع 1:8)3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, (مز 12:2; مز 17:10; دا 7:8; رؤ 13:5)4those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us?”5“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.” (مز 9:12; مز 55:18; مز 82:8; إش 33:10)6The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. (مز 18:30; مز 19:8; مز 119:140; أم 30:5)7You, O Lord, will keep them; you will guard us[2] from this generation forever.8On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.