1-2 Quick, God, I need your helping hand!The last decent person just went down,All the friends I depended on gone.Everyone talks in lie language;Lies slide off their oily lips.They doubletalk with forked tongues.
3-4 Slice their lips off their faces! PullThe braggart tongues from their mouths!I’m tired of hearing, “We can talk anyone into anything!Our lips manage the world.”
5 Into the hovels of the poor,Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks:“I’ve had enough; I’m on my wayTo heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.”
6-8 God’s words are pure words,Pure silver words refined seven timesIn the fires of his word-kiln,Pure on earth as well as in heaven.God, keep us safe from their lies,From the wicked who stalk us with lies,From the wicked who collect honorsFor their wonderful lies.