Bible

1 For the choir director; on the sheminith; a psalm by David. Help, O Lord. No godly person is left. Faithful people have vanished from among Adam's descendants! 2 All people speak foolishly. They speak with flattering lips. They say one thing but mean another. 3 May the Lord cut off every flattering lip and every bragging tongue 4 that has said, "We will overcome with our tongues. With lips such as ours, who can be our master?" 5 "Because oppressed people are robbed and needy people groan, I will now arise," says the Lord. "I will provide safety for those who long for it." 6 The promises of the Lord are pure, like silver refined in a furnace and purified seven times. 7 O Lord, you will protect them. You will keep each one safe from those people forever. 8 Wicked people parade around when immorality increases among Adam's descendants.