To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.
1 Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
2 They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things,
4 Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?”
5 “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now I will arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
6 The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7 You shall keep them, O LORD, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked prowl on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
Occasionally I find myself feeling quite frustrated with people who don’t speak plainly. They don’t seem to open their mouth unless it’s to work an angle. I imagine that as a king, especially when he would hold court, people like that would be bothersome and would weigh heavily on a David’s spirit. I think that is why we learn elsewhere to let our yes be yes and our no be no, and to not try to muddy the conversation with clever word-smithing. How true it is that where words are many sin is not absent. Be careful what words you use lest when God speaks in pure silver truth, your words don’t match His. Remember, it is not what goes in a mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth.