1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.
2Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.
3Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.
4The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.
5They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?
6Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.
7The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.
