Oh God! You must help;
we have no heroes here
the faithful fail,
the godly go bad.
everyone flatters and deceives,
propaganda spouting criminals.
Oh God! Cut out their tongues,
cut off their lips,
stop up their mouths,
to stop their lies.
Because the poor are pillaged,
because they are oppressed,
because the Lord hears the cry of the poor,
He will rise and bring them safety.
The promises of the Lord,
the promises of the Lord are pure,
they are silver and they are pure.
Protect us, Oh God!
for the wicked prowl on every side,
strutting around in their exalted malice.