For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.
The tongue that speaks great things;
Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”
Now I will arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.”
As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.
You will preserve him from this generation forever.
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.