1For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.

2Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed;
For truth is diminished from among the children of men.

3Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor:
Their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

4Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips,
And the tongue that speaks great words:

5Who have said, We will magnify our tongue;
Our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

6Because of the misery of the poor,
And because of the sighing of the needy,
Now will I arise, saith the Lord,
I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.

7The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles;
As silver tried in the fire, proved in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.

8Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us,
And shalt preserve us, from this generation, and forever.

9The ungodly walk around:
According to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.