Bible

1 Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone; no true believers are left on earth. 2 Everyone lies to his neighbors; they say one thing and mean another. 3 The Lord will stop those flattering lips and cut off those bragging tongues. 4 They say, "Our tongues will help us win. We can say what we wish; no one is our master." 5 But the Lord says, "I will now rise up, because the poor are being hurt. Because of the moans of the helpless, I will give them the help they want." 6 The Lord's words are pure, like silver purified by fire, like silver purified seven times over. 7 Lord, you will keep us safe; you will always protect us from such people. 8 But the wicked are all around us; everyone loves what is wrong. For the director of music. A psalm of David.