[1]Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.[2]Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.[3]They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.[4]May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.[5]Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?[6]By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.[7]The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.[8]Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.[9]The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.