1Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone; no true believers are left on earth.
2Everyone lies to his neighbors; they say one thing and mean another.
3The Lord will stop those flattering lips and cut off those bragging tongues.
4They say, "Our tongues will help us win. We can say what we wish; no one is our master."
5But the Lord says, "I will now rise up, because the poor are being hurt. Because of the moans of the helpless, I will give them the help they want."
6The Lord's words are pure, like silver purified by fire, like silver purified seven times over.
7Lord, you will keep us safe; you will always protect us from such people.
8But the wicked are all around us; everyone loves what is wrong. For the director of music. A psalm of David.