Psalms 140
140
PSALM 140
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David.
1Lord, from the ill and froward man
give me deliverance,
And do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:
2Who in their heart mischievous things
are meditating ever;
And they for war assembled are
continually together.
3Much like unto a serpent's tongue
their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.
4Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,
from vi'lent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
my goings purpos'd have.
5The proud for me a snare have hid,
and cords; yea, they a net
Have by the way-side for me spread;
they gins for me have set.
6I said unto the Lord, Thou art
my God: unto the cry
Of all my supplications,
Lord, do thine ear apply.
7O God the Lord, who art the strength
of my salvation:
A cov'ring in the day of war
my head thou hast put on.
8Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
Nor further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves should vaunt.
9As for the head and chief of those
about that compass me,
Ev'n by the mischief of their lips
let thou them cover'd be.
10Let burning coals upon them fall,
them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
may rise out of the same.
11Let not an evil speaker be
on earth established:
Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man,
till he be ruined.
12I know God will th' afflicted's cause
maintain, and poor men's right.
13Surely the just shall praise thy name;
th' upright dwell in thy sight.
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Psalms 140
140
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Deliuer me, O Lord, from the euill man: preserue me from the cruel man: 2Which imagine euill things in their heart, and make warre continually. 3They haue sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lips. Selah. 4Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide. 5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. Selah. 6Therefore I saide vnto the Lord, Thou art my God: heare, O Lord, the voyce of my prayers. 7O Lord God the strength of my saluation, thou hast couered mine head in the day of battel. 8Let not the wicked haue his desire, O Lord: performe not his wicked thought, least they be proude. Selah. 9As for the chiefe of them, that compasse me about, let the mischiefe of their owne lippes come vpon them. 10Let coles fal vpon them: let him cast them into the fire, and into the deepe pits, that they rise not. 11For the backbiter shall not be established vpon the earth: euill shall hunt the cruell man to destruction. 12I know that the Lord will auenge the afflicted, and iudge the poore. 13Surely the righteous shall prayse thy Name, and the iust shall dwell in thy presence.
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