Help, Lord, for there are no longer many of the Godly, the faithful have vanished from among humanity. Everyone utters lies to their neighbor, with flattering lips and double hearts they speak. May YHWH cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, those who say: “With our tongue we will prevail and our lips are with us for who else is our master?” Hence “Because the poor are oppressed, because those in want groan, I Will Now Arise” Says YHWH. “I Will Place them in the safety for which they long.” Yea and the Promises Of YHWH are Pure Promises, as if silver refined in a furnace underground, purified seven times. You, O Lord, Protect us, Do Guard us from this last generation. On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among them.
