2Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
4May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?
6By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard.
7The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
8Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
9The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.