A Psalm of David
Save me, Lord God! For I am forced to contend with a godless
and unprincipled generation. Their lips are deceitful,
their hearts full of vanity, their tongues bent double
with lies. Truth has become rare among the sons of men.
May you, Lord God, bind up all their deceitful lips
and silence all tongues that speak empty, boastful words.
For these people take pride in their evil, shouting out to all
who will listen: “Our lips belong to us, not the Almighty!
If we wish to magnify our own importance, who will stop us?
Who is our master? No-one! Who is God? Nothing!”
Puffed up with their own vanity, these ungodly men
strut around, ignoring the misery of the poor
and the sighs of the needy.
“Now will I arise!” says the Lord God. “I shall rescue
the poor and the needy and set them in a place of safety.
And then I will deal openly with this wicked generation.”
Yes, you, Lord God, shall keep us secure from this godless
generation now and forever. Your words are like silver —
silver oracles of wisdom, purified seven times
in seven furnaces stoked with seven fires.
And, in accordance with your own greatness,
you will greatly exalt all the sons of men
who place all their hopes and trust in you.