Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore
Those who are loyal have vanished from the human race
Everyone lies to their neighbor
They flatter with their lips but harbor deception in their hearts
May the Lord silence all flattering lips
And every boastful tongue— those who say
“Our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?
By our tongues we will prevail”
“Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan
I will now arise,” says the Lord
“I will protect them from those who malign them
I see everything and will say My word”
And the words of the Lord are flawless
And the words of the Lord are against all crimes
Like silver purified in a crucible
Like gold refined seven times
You, Lord, will keep the needy safe
And will protect us forever from the wicked faces
Who freely strut about
When what is vile is honored by the human race
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