David begins with a cry: Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone! The faithful have vanished from among the children of man. Everyone utters lies to his neighbor; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.
David asks the Lord to cut off all flattering lips and the tongue that makes great boasts, the ones who say that with their tongues they will prevail, their lips are their own, and no one will be their master. Then the Lord speaks: because the poor are plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise, he says, and I will place him in the safety for which he longs.
The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. David trusts that the Lord will keep his people and guard them from this generation forever. But the psalm ends with realism: on every side the wicked prowl as vileness is exalted among the children of man.