For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.
Roam the streets of Jerusalem, look around and consider, search through her squares! If you can find a person, if there is one who does justice, who seeks truth, then I will pardon the city.
The righteous one perishes, but no one takes it to heart. Godly men are taken away, but no one discerns that the righteous man is taken from evil.
Because lawlessness will multiply, the love of many will grow cold.
I looked, but there was no one to help. I was amazed, but no one was assisting. So My own arm won victory for Me, and My wrath upheld Me.
Many a man proclaims his loyalty, but a faithful man who can find?
God saw the earth, and behold it was ruined because all flesh had corrupted their way upon the earth.
So they came and woke Him up, saying, “Master, save us! We’re perishing!”
Unless Adonai-Tzva’ot had left us a small remnant, we would have been as Sodom, we would have been as Gomorrah.
For the music director, on stringed instruments, a contemplative song of David,
as is my soul— and You, Adonai—how long?
but Mattitiah, Eliphalehu, Mikneiah, Obed-edom, Jehiel and Azaziah were to lead with lyres, according to the sheminith .
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people all around who have taken their stand against me.
But seeing the wind, he became terrified. And beginning to sink, he cried out, saying, “Master, save me!”
No one sues justly, and none pleads a case honestly. They trust in confusion and speak lies. They conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity.