The Book of Psalms

[To the chief musician, on eight. A Psalm of David.] Help, O Jehovah, for the saint ceases to be; for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.

They speak vanity, each man with his neighbor; [with] flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

Jehovah shall cut off all with flattering lips and the tongue that speaks great things;

Who say, We shall be strong by our tongue; our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?

For the pain of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now rise up, says Jehovah; I will set in safety; he pants for it.

The words of Jehovah [are] pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.

You shall keep them, O Jehovah; You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

The wicked walk around on every side, when vileness is exalted by the sons of men.