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.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.