1
O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.
2
Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour,—with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.
3
May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things,—the tongue that speaketh swelling words;
4
Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?
5
Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,—I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!
6
The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!
7
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them,—Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.
8
On every side, the lawless, march about,—when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.