Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; The faithful have vanished from among the children of men. Everyone speaks lies to their neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak. May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that makes great boasts, Those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?" "Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place them in the safety for which they long." The words of the LORD are pure words, Like silver refined in an earthen furnace, Purified seven times. You, O LORD, will keep them; You will guard us from this generation forever. The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the children of men.