Oppression by the Wicked

For the choir director: according to Sheminith. A Davidic psalm.

1 Help, Lord, for no faithful one remains; the loyal have disappeared from the human race.a
2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips and the tongue that speaks boastfully.
4 They say, "Through our tongues we have power;b our lips are our own-who can be our master?"
5 "Because of the oppression of the afflicted and the groaning of the poor, I will now rise up," says the Lord. "I will put in a safe place the one who longs for it."
6 The words of the Lord are pure words,c like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.
7 You, Lord, will guard us;d You will protect use from this generation forever.
8 The wicked wanderf everywhere, and what is worthless is exalted by the human race.