[1] Help me, O Eternal One, for I can't find anyone who follows You. The faithful have fallen out of sight. [2] Everyone tells lies through sweet-talking lips and speaks from a hollow and deceptive heart. [3] May the Eternal silence all sweet-talking lips, stop all boasting tongues, [4] Of those who say, "With our words we will win; our lips are our own. Who is the master of our souls?" [5] "I will rise up," says the Eternal, "because the poor are being trampled, and the needy groan for My saving help. I will lift them up to the safety they long for." [6] The promises of the Eternal, they are true, they are pure- like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times, they will be without impurity. [7] You, O Eternal, will be their protector. You will keep them safe from those around them forever. [8] All around, those who are wicked parade-proud and arrogant-and people applaud their emptiness.
