Salvum-me-fac
January  23.2, 2008

Stolen from the book of common prayer, Trinity Church New Orleans:

Help me, Lord, for their is no godly one left; the faithful have vanished from among us.

Everyone speaks falsely with his neighbor; with a smooth tongue they speak from a double heart.

Oh, that the Lord would cut off all smooth tongues, and close the lips that utter proud boasts!

Those who say, "With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'

"because the needy are oppressed, and the poor cry out in misery, I will rise up," says the Lord, "and give them the help they long for."

The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined from ore and purified seven times in the fire.

O Lord, watch over us and save us from this generation for ever.

The wicked prowl on every side, and that which is worthless is highly prized by everyone.