1 Help me, Lord, for no one godly is left; ♦
the faithful have vanished from the whole human race.
2 They all speak falsely with their neighbour; ♦
they flatter with their lips, but speak from a double heart.
3 O that the Lord would cut off all flattering lips ♦
and the tongue that speaks proud boasts!
4 Those who say, ‘With our tongue will we prevail; ♦
our lips we will use; who is lord over us?’
5 ‘Because of the oppression of the needy,
and the groaning of the poor, ♦
I will rise up now,’ says the Lord,
‘and set them in the safety that they long for.’
6 The words of the Lord are pure words, ♦
like silver refined in the furnace
and purified seven times in the fire.
7 You, O Lord, will watch over us ♦
and guard us from this generation for ever.
8 The wicked strut on every side, ♦
when what is vile is exalted by the whole human race.