1 Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone;for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.
2 Everyone 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 master over us?”
5 “Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord;“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words,like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,purified seven times.
7 You, O Lord, will keep them;you will guard us from this generation forever.
8 On every side the wicked prowl,as vileness is exalted among the children of man.