NAB

For the leader; “upon the eighth.” A psalm of David.

Help, LORD, for no one loyal remains;
the faithful have vanished from the children of men.

They tell lies to one another,
speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.

May the LORD cut off all deceiving lips,
and every boastful tongue,

Those who say, “By our tongues we prevail;
when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?”

“Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan,
I will now arise,” says the LORD;
“I will grant safety to whoever longs for it.”

The promises of the LORD are sure,
silver refined in a crucible,
silver purified seven times.

You, O LORD, protect us always;
preserve us from this generation.

On every side the wicked roam;
the shameless are extolled by the children of men.