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 them and will place them safely by My side.”
6The Lord’s words are both pure and true, like silver burned by fire,
Not once, but seven times made pure, in God’s great holy pyre.
7O Lord, You will protect and save from wicked far and near,
8For sinners freely strut about when vileness is revered.