Psalm
R. You will protect us, Lord.
Help us, O Lord, for there is no longer anyone who is godly; the faithful have disappeared from humanity. They utter lies to each other; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. R.
May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, those who say, “With our tongues we will prevail; our lips are our own — who is our master?” R.
The promises of the Lord are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. You, O Lord, will protect us; you will guard us from this generation forever. R.