The wicked roam everywhere When baseness reigns among the sons of men.

Help, Lord! for the pious go away, The faithful disappear among the children of men. We tell falsehoods to each other, We have flattering things on our lips, and We speak with a double heart. May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks arrogantly, Those who say: We are mighty with our tongue, We have our lips with us; Who would be our master? - Because the wretched are oppressed and the poor groan, Now, says the Lord, I arise, I bring salvation to those who are breathed against. The words of the Lord are pure, Silver was tested on earth in the crucible, And purified seven times. You, Lord! You will keep them, You will preserve them from this race forever.