The Faithful Have Vanished

^{To The CHOIRMASTER: ACCCORDING 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 neighbour; 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 for ever.

⁸ On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.