1Help, Lord, for godly ones are gone, the faithful are no more;
2And everyone speaks flatt’ring lies, which from their lips do pour.
3May God the Lord end flatt’ring lips and tongues that boast great things;
4That say, “Our tongues prevail, so who can lordship o’er us bring?”
5“Because the needy are oppressed,” the Lord says, “I’ll arise!
I will protect and keep them safe from all those who malign.”
6The Lord’s words are both true and pure, like silver that’s refined;
They’re pure like silver fired within a furnace seven times.
7O Lord, You will protect and save from wicked far and near,
8For sinners freely strut about when vileness is revered.