"Help Lord, for the godly are no more,
the faithful have vanished from among men.
Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lip speak with deception.
May the Lord cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue
that says,”We will triumph with our tongues;”
we own our lips - who is our master?”
“Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy,
I will now arise”, says the Lord.
“I will protect them from those who malign them.”
And the words of the Lord are flawless,
like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
O Lord, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men."