1 To the overseer upon the octave, chanting of David. Save, O Jehovah, for the merciful one ceased; for faithfulnesses failed from the sons of men. 2 They will speak vanity each with his neighbor: smooth lips, with a heart and a heart will they speak 3 Jehovah will cut off all smooth lips, and the tongue speaking great things: 4 Who said, By our tongues we shall prevail; our lips are with us: who is Lord over us?
5 From the oppression of the poor, from the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, Jehovah will say; I will set with salvation, he will puff at him.
6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings: silver tried in the crucible of the earth, purified seven times.
7 Thou, O Jehovah, shalt watch them, keep from this generation forever. 8 The unjust shall walk round about as the rising of a tempest to the sons of man.