The words of the Lord are pure words,
like silver refined in an earthen furnace,
purified seven times.

For the choir director: according to Sheminith. A Davidic psalm.Help, Lord, for no faithful one remains;
the loyal have disappeared from the human race.

“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.”

They lie to one another;
they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.

You, Lord, will guard us;
You will protect us from this generation forever.

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips
and the tongue that speaks boastfully.

They say, “Through our tongues we have power;
our lips are our own—who can be our master?”

The wicked wander everywhere,
and what is worthless is exalted by the human race.