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Help, O
the faithful have disappeared from humankind.
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They utter lies to each other;
with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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May the
the tongue that makes great boasts,
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those who say, "With our tongues we will prevail;
our lips are our own--who is our master?"
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"Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,
I will now rise up," says the
"I will place them in the safety for which they long."
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The promises of the
silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times.
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You, O
you will guard us from this generation forever.
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On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind.