1TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, || For the steadfast have ceased || From the sons of men:

2They each speak vanity with his neighbor, || Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

3YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, || A tongue speaking great things,

4Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?”

5Because of the spoiling of the poor, || Because of the groaning of the needy, || Now I arise, says YHWH, || I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

6Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

7You, O YHWH, preserve them, || You keep us from this generation for all time.

8The wicked walk around continually, || According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!