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