Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases! Where the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
May the LORD cut off all flattering lips. With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us all?
For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise i will set him in safety.
The words of the LORD are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified.
You shall keep them, O LORD, You shall preserve them from this generation.
The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
What have we done, that you should be mindful of us, God? What have we done to deserve this?
Who are we that you are mindful of us?