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God, help! No one is faithful.

Humans cannot be trusted;

everyone’s words are empty—

bloated untruths, glazed with sweet talk.

God, please seal flattering mouths.

Mute minds that boast “We always

win with words—who can stymie us?”

Messiah, keep the promises:

You hear needy people’s groans;

You will stop thieves of poor folks.

Your Words gleam like sun on ice,

Pure as baby’s first teardrops.

Love, safeguard hassled people;

extricate us from rat-racers

who parade degradation.