1 Εἰς τὸ τέλος, ὑπὲρ τῆς ὀγδόης· ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυιδ.
2 Σῶσόν με, κύριε, ὅτι ἐκλέλοιπεν ὅσιος,
ὅτι ὠλιγώθησαν αἱ ἀλήθειαι ἀπὸ τῶν υἱῶν τῶν ἀνθρώπων.
3 μάταια ἐλάλησεν ἕκαστος πρὸς τὸν πλησίον αὐτοῦ,
χείλη δόλια ἐν καρδίᾳ καὶ ἐν καρδίᾳ ἐλάλησαν.
4 ἐξολεθρεύσαι κύριος πάντα τὰ χείλη τὰ δόλια
καὶ γλῶσσαν μεγαλορήμονα
5 τοὺς εἰπόντας Τὴν γλῶσσαν ἡμῶν μεγαλυνοῦμεν,
τὰ χείλη ἡμῶν παρ᾽ ἡμῶν ἐστιν·
τίς ἡμῶν κύριός ἐστιν;
6 Ἀπὸ τῆς ταλαιπωρίας τῶν πτωχῶν
καὶ ἀπὸ τοῦ στεναγμοῦ τῶν πενήτων
νῦν ἀναστήσομαι, λέγει κύριος,
θήσομαι ἐν σωτηρίᾳ, παρρησιάσομαι ἐν αὐτῷ.
7 τὰ λόγια κυρίου λόγια ἁγνά,
ἀργύριον πεπυρωμένον δοκίμιον τῇ γῇ
κεκαθαρισμένον ἑπταπλασίως.
8 σύ, κύριε, φυλάξεις ἡμᾶς
καὶ διατηρήσεις ἡμᾶς ἀπὸ τῆς γενεᾶς ταύτης καὶ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα.
9 κύκλῳ οἱ ἀσεβεῖς περιπατοῦσιν·
κατὰ τὸ ὕψος σου ἐπολυώρησας τοὺς υἱοὺς τῶν ἀνθρώπων.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.