Help me, Lord! Who still ask for your will, who still believes these days in you at all? They talk trash, they delude each other, these snake tongues. We set the tone, because we are in authority, God is an illusion.
So the oppressed and poor in society are deluded by the opinion-makers. But especially because of their crying I stand up and help all, who are longing for me, promises God, the Lord.
The words of the Lord are pure like white snow and shine like the morning star.
You Lord want to protect them and us too against the oppressors, from eternity to eternity. Because the godlessness is always increasing. Therefore we ask for your shelter. We are in your hand!