0For the choir director; upon the sheminith. A psalm of David.
The Pure Words of Yahweh
1Save, O Yahweh, for the faithful one has ceased to be; for the loyal ones have vanished from among the sons of man.
2Each speaks emptiness to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
3May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things.
4those who say, ‘By our tongue we will prevail; our lips are our own—who is lord over us?’
5‘Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the groaning of the needy, now I will arise,’ says Yahweh; ‘I will grant the safety for which he pants.’
6The words of Yahweh are pure words, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified sevenfold.
7You, O Yahweh, will keep them; you will guard him from this generation forever.
8On every side the wicked strut about, when vileness is exalted among the sons of man.