Commentary on Psalms - Volume 5

To the Chief Musician upon the Eighth. A Psalm of David

1Save me, O Jehovah! for failed hath the merciful man, For wasted away are the faithful from among the children of men.

2Deceit doth every one speak with his neighbor; With lips of flatteries, with a double heart do they speak.

3Let Jehovah cut off all lips of flatteries, The tongue that great things doth speak:

4Those who have said, “By our tongues we will be strengthened; “Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

5“Because of the spoiling of the needy, “Because of the groaning of the poor, “Now will I arise,” say will Jehovah, “I will set in safety him for whom the wicked man layeth snares.”

6The words of Jehovah are pure words; Silver melted in an excellent crucible of earth, purified seven times.

7Thou, O Jehovah! wilt keep them; Thou wilt preserve him from this generation for ever.

8On every side the ungodly walk; When they are exalted, reproach is to the children of men.