| 1 | Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. |
| 2 | Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men. |
| 3 | They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart. |
| 4 | May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice. |
| 5 | They have said: "We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?" |
| 6 | Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him. |
| 7 | The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times. |
| 8 | You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity. |
| 9 | The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men. |
