Help, O LORD, for there is no longer anyone who is
godly;
the faithful have disappeared
from humankind.
They utter lies to each
other;
with flattering lips and a
double heart they speak.
May the LORD cut off all
flattering lips,
the tongue that makes great
boasts,
those who say, “With our
tongues we will prevail;
our lips are our own – who is
our master?”
“Because the poor are
despoiled, because the needy groan,
I will now rise up,” says the
LORD;
“I will place them in the
safety for which they long.”
The promises of the LORD are
promises that are pure,
silver refined in a furnace
on the ground,
purified seven times.
You, O LORD, will protect us;
you will guard us from this
generation forever.
On every side the wicked
prowl,
as vileness is exalted among
humankind.
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