1 Help, Lord, for no faithful one remains;the loyal have disappeared from the human race.
2 They lie to one another;they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lipsand the tongue that speaks boastfully.
4 They say, “Through our tongues we have power; our lips are our own — who can be our master? ”
5 “Because of the oppression of the afflictedand the groaning of the poor,I will now rise up,” says the Lord.“I will put the one who longs for it in a safe place.”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words,like silver refined in an earthen furnace,purified seven times.
7 You, Lord, will guard us; You will protect us from this generation forever.