1Help me, Lord, for there is no godly one left;
the faithful have vanished from among us.
2People tell lies to each other;
they use smooth words but speak from a double heart.
3May the Lord cut off all lips that flatter,
and the tongues that speak boastfully
4those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail;
our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”
5“Because the needy are oppressed, and the poor cry out in misery,
I will rise up,” says the Lord, “and give them the help they long for.”
6The words of the Lord are pure,
like silver refined from ore and purified seven times in the fire.
7O Lord, watch over us
and save us from this generation forever.
8The wicked prowl on every side,
and everyone prizes that which is worthless.
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