圣经O Lord, help me, for the devout have been cut off. The faithful among the people are gone.
Everyone lies to their neighbors. They speak with smooth lips and inconsistent hearts.
The Lord will cut off all slippery lips and exaggerated tongues.
They once said, ‘We will be able to overcome with our tongues.’. Our lips are our own. Who can be our Lord?
The Lord said, Because of the injustice of the poor and the sighs of the poor, I will now rise up and place them in the safe land that they long for.
The words of the Lord are pure words. Like silver refined seven times in a clay furnace.
O Lord, you will protect them. You will bless them forever from this generation.
When the lower class rises among the people, there are wicked people marching everywhere.
