Man’s Treachery and God’s Constancy

To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.
  1Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases!
   For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
   2They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;
   With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
  3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
   And the tongue that speaks proud things,
   4Who have said,
   “With our tongue we will prevail;
   Our lips are our own;
   Who is lord over us?”
  5“For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
   Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
   “I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
  6The words of the Lordarepure words,
   Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
   Purified seven times.
   7You shall keep them, O Lord,
   You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
  8The wicked prowl on every side,
   When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.