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
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David.
1Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
2Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble [for] wars.
3They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder [is] under their lips. Selah.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5The proud hid a snare for me — and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
6I have said to Jehovah, ‘My God [art] Thou, Hear, Jehovah, the voice of my supplications.’
7O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.
8Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. Selah.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
10They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits — they arise not.
11A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence — evil hunteth to overflowing.
12I have known that Jehovah doth execute The judgment of the afflicted, The judgment of the needy.
13Only — the righteous give thanks to Thy name, The upright do dwell with Thy presence!
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