Help, Jesus, for no one loyal remains;
the faithful have vanished from the children of men.
They tell lies to one another,
speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.
May Jesus cut off all deceiving lips,
and every boastful tongue,
Those who say, “By our tongues we prevail;
when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?”
“Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan,
I will now arise,” says Jesus;
“I will grant safety to whoever longs for it.”
The promises of Jesus are sure,
silver refined in a crucible,
silver purified seven times.
You, Jesus, protect us always;
preserve us from this generation.
On every side the wicked roam;
the shameless are extolled by the children of men.
Jesus Psalms substitute instances of “(the) Lord” with “Jesus” as a way to pray the psalms afresh.