1 [For the choir director; on the [sheminith]; a psalm by David.] Help, O LORD. No godly person is left. Faithful people have vanished from among Adam's descendants!

2 All people speak foolishly. They speak with flattering lips. They say one thing but mean another.

3 May the LORD cut off every flattering lip and every bragging tongue

4 that has said, "We will overcome with our tongues. With lips such as ours, who can be our master?"

5 "Because oppressed people are robbed and needy people groan, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will provide safety for those who long for it."

6 The promises of the LORD are pure, like silver refined in a furnace and purified seven times.

7 O LORD, you will protect them. You will keep each one safe from those people forever.

8 Wicked people parade around when immorality increases among Adam's descendants.