Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone

For the faithful have vanished

From among the children of man

Everyone utters lies to his 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 with us, who is master over us?"

Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan

I will now arise, says the Lord

I will place him in the safety for which he longs

The words of the Lord are pure words

Like silver refined in a furnace on the ground

Purified seven times

Save, O Lord

You, O Lord, will keep them

You will guard us from this generation forever

On every side the wicked prowl

As vileness is exalted among the children of man