Psalm 8
1 Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore;z
those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.
2 Everyone liesa to their neighbor;
they flatter with their lips
but harbor deception in their hearts.b
3 May the Lord silence all flattering lipsc
and every boastful tongue—d
“By our tongues we will prevail;e
our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”
5 “Because the poor are plunderedf and the needy groan,g
I will now arise,h” says the Lord.
“I will protect themi from those who malign them.”
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless,j
like silver purifiedk in a crucible,l
like goldc refined seven times.
7 You, Lord, will keep the needy safem
and will protect us forever from the wicked,n
8 who freely struto about
when what is vile is honored by the human race.