To the chief MusicianuponSheminith, A Psalmof David. Help, LORD; forthe godly manceaseth; forthe faithfulfailfrom among the childrenof men. They speakvanityevery onewithhis neighbor: with flatteringlips and with a double heartdo they speak. The LORDshall cut offallflatteringlips, and the tonguethat speakethproud things: Whohave said, With our tonguewill we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lordover us? For the oppressionof the poor, for the sighingof the needy, nowwill I arise, saiththe LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffethat him. The wordsof the LORD are purewords: as silvertriedin a furnaceof earth, purifiedseventimes. Thoushalt keepthem, O LORD, thou shalt preservethem fromthisgenerationforever. The wickedwalkon every side, when the vilestmenare exalted.