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Help, Lord , for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips 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.