Title For the director of music. According to sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore;

those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.

2 Everyone lies to their neighbor;

they flatter with their lips

but harbor deception in their hearts.

3 May the Lord silence all flattering lips

and every boastful tongue—

4 those who say,

“By our tongues we will prevail;

our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”

5 “Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan,

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 purified in a crucible,

like gold refined seven times.

7 You, Lord, will keep the needy safe

and will protect us forever from the wicked,

8 who freely strut about

when what is vile is honored by the human race.

Title To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone;

for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.

2 Everyone utters lies to his neighbor;

with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

the tongue that makes great boasts,

4 those 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.”

6 The words of the Lord are pure words,

like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

7 You, O Lord, will keep them;

you will guard us from this generation forever.

8 On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among the children of man.

Title To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour:

With flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3 The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips,

And the tongue that speaketh proud things:

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail;

Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,

Now will I arise, saith the Lord;

I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words:

As silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7 Thou shalt keep them, O Lord,

Thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 The wicked walk on every side,

When the vilest men are exalted.

Title For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by an eight-stringed instrument.

1 Help, O Lord, for the godly are fast disappearing!

The faithful have vanished from the earth!

2 Neighbors lie to each other,

speaking with flattering lips and deceitful hearts.

3 May the Lord cut off their flattering lips

and silence their boastful tongues.

4 They say, “We will lie to our hearts’ content.

Our lips are our own—who can stop us?”

5 The Lord replies, “I have seen violence done to the helpless,

and I have heard the groans of the poor.

Now I will rise up to rescue them,

as they have longed for me to do.”

6 The Lord’s promises are pure,

like silver refined in a furnace,

purified seven times over.

7 Therefore, Lord, we know you will protect the oppressed,

preserving them forever from this lying generation,

8 even though the wicked strut about,

and evil is praised throughout the land.

Title For the director of music. Upon the sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone;

no true believers are left on earth.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbors;

they say one thing and mean another.

3 The Lord will stop those flattering lips

and cut off those bragging tongues.

4 They say, “Our tongues will help us win.

We can say what we wish; no one is our master.”

5 But the Lord says,

“I will now rise up,

because the poor are being hurt.

Because of the moans of the helpless,

I will give them the help they want.”

6 The Lord’s words are pure,

like silver purified by fire,

like silver purified seven times over.

7 Lord, you will keep us safe;

you will always protect us from such people.

8 But the wicked are all around us;

everyone loves what is wrong.

Title For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor:

With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaketh great things;

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail;

Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy,

Now will I arise, saith Jehovah;

I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words;

As silver tried in a furnace on the earth,

Purified seven times.

7 Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah,

Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 The wicked walk on every side,

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

Title To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men. 2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak. 3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things, 4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who is lord over us? 5 Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set him in safety, at whom they puff. 6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7 Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever. 8 The wicked walk about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.

Title For the choir director; on the sheminith; a psalm by David. 

1 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 furnaceand 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. 

Title For the choir director: according to Sheminith. A Davidic psalm.

1 Help, Lord, for no faithful one remains;

the loyal have disappeared from the human race.

2 They lie to one another;

they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips

and the tongue that speaks boastfully.

4 They say, “Through our tongues we have power;

our lips are our own—who can be our master?”

5 “Because of the oppression of the afflicted

and the groaning of the poor,

I will now rise up,” says the Lord.

“I will put the one who longs for it in a safe place.”

6 The words of the Lord are pure words,

like silver refined in an earthen furnace,

purified seven times.

7 You, Lord, will guard us;

You will protect us from this generation forever.

8 The wicked wander everywhere,

and what is worthless is exalted by the human race.

Title To the leader: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Help, O Lord, for there is no longer anyone who is godly;

the faithful have disappeared from humankind.

2 They utter lies to each other;

with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

the tongue that makes great boasts,

4 those who say, “With our tongues we will prevail;

our lips are our own—who is our master?”

5 “Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,

I will now rise up,” says the Lord;

“I will place them in the safety for which they long.”

6 The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure,

silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

7 You, O Lord, will protect us;

you will guard us from this generation forever.

8 On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among humankind.

Title For the music director; on the Sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Save, O Yahweh, for the pious have ceased to be;

for the faithful have vanished

from among the children of humankind.

2 They speak falseness to each other.

With flattering lips,

with a double heart they speak.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,

the tongue speaking great boasts—

4 those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail.

Our lips are on our side.

Who is master over us?”

5 “Because of the oppression of the afflicted,

because of the groaning of the poor,

now I will rise up,” Yahweh says.

“I shall put them in the safety for which they long.”

6 The words of Yahweh are pure words

like silver refined in the crucible on the ground,

refined seven times.

7 You, O Yahweh, will protect them.

You will preserve him

from this generation always.

8 The wicked prowl about

when vileness is exalted among the children of humankind.

Title For the director of music. For sheminith. A psalm of David.

1 Help, Lord! Those who do what is right are gone.

Those who are faithful have disappeared from the earth.

2 Everyone tells lies to his neighbors.

With his lips he praises others, but he doesn’t really mean it.

3 May the Lord cut off all lips that don’t mean what they say.

May he cut out every tongue that brags.

4 They say, “We will win the battle with our tongues.

Our lips belong to us. No one else is in charge of us.”

5 The Lord says, “The weak are beaten down.

Those who are in need groan.

So I will stand up to help them.

I will keep them safe from those who tell lies about them.”

6 The words of the Lord are perfect.

They are like silver made pure in a clay furnace.

They are like silver made pure seven times over.

7 Lord, you will keep us safe.

You will always keep sinners from hurting us.

8 Proud and sinful people walk around openly

when the evil they do is praised by others.

Title For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

1 Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases to be,

For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

2 They speak falsehood to one another;

With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaks great things;

4 Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;

Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

5 “Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy,

Now I will arise,” says the Lord; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.”

6 The words of the Lord are pure words;

As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

7 You, O Lord, will keep them;

You will preserve him from this generation forever.

8 The wicked strut about on every side

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.