[[To him that excelleth upon the eight tune .] A Psalm Chapter of David.][1]Help Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithful are failed from among the children of men.[2]They speak deceitfully every one with his neighbor, flattering with their lips, and speak with a double heart.[3]The Lord cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:[4]Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?[5]Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighs of the poor, I will up, saith the Lord, and will set at liberty him, whom the wicked hath snared.[6]The words of the Lord are pure words, as the silver, tried in a furnace of earth, fined seven fold.[7]Thou wilt keep them, O Lord: thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever.[8]The wicked walk on every side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sons of men.