For the director of music.
According to sheminith.
A psalm of David.
1
Help, LORD, for the goodly are no more;
the faithful have vanished from among men.
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 them."
6
And the words of the LORD are flawless,
like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven timmes.
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.
