1(For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of Dawad) Help, تتراجراماتون; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3تتراجراماتون will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great things;

4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith تتراجراماتون; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

6The words of تتراجراماتون are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

7Thou wilt keep them, O تتراجراماتون, Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8The wicked walk on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.