CLV(i)
1 {A Davidic Psalm{ Do save, O Yahweh, for the benign one has reached an end, For the faithful ones have disappeared from the sons of humanity;"
2 They speak hypocrisy, each one with his associate; With a lip of slick words, with a double-minded heart they speak.
3 May Yahweh cut off all lips of slick words, The tongue speaking great things.
4 Who say, With our tongue we shall have mastery; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?
5 Because of the devastation of the humbled, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I shall arise, says Yahweh; I shall set him in safety; I shall shine forth for him.
6 The words of Yahweh are clean words, Silver refined in a kiln, Fine gold cupelled seven times.
7 You, O Yahweh, You shall guard them; You shall preserve us from this generation for the eon.
8 The wicked walk round about, As the squanderings of the sons of humanity are exalted. {Permanent{ "