1Help us, Lord, godly are gone, the faithful are no more;
2And everyone speaks flatt’ring lies, which from their lips do pour.
3May God cut off all flatt’ring lips, and tongues that boast great things,
4That say, “Our tongues prevail! And who can lordship o’er us bring?”
5“Since poor are plundered, needy groan”; the Lord says, “I’ll arise!”
“I will protect them and will place them safely by my side.”
6The Lord’s words are both pure and true, like silver burned by fire,
Not once, but seven times made pure, in God’s great holy pyre.
7O Lord, You will protect and save from wicked far and near;
8For sinners freely strut about when vileness is revered.