1

Help, Lord; for there is no longer any that is godly; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.

2

Every one utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

3

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

4

those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is our master?”

5

“Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”

6

The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

7

Do thou, O Lord, protect us, guard us ever from this generation.

8

On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

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