For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
1 Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
2 They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.
3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things;
4 Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"
5 "Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise," says the LORD; "I will set him in the safety for which he longs."