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
1-5 God, get me out of here, away from this evil;
protect me from these vicious people.
All they do is think up new ways to be bad;
they spend their days plotting war games.
They practice the sharp rhetoric of hate and hurt,
speak venomous words that maim and kill.
God, keep me out of the clutch of these wicked ones,
protect me from these vicious people;
All boast and swagger, they plot ways to trip me up,
determined to bring me down.
These crooks invent traps to catch me
and do their best to incriminate me.
6-8I prayed, “God, you’re my God!
Listen, God! Mercy!
God, my Lord, Strong Savior,
protect me when the fighting breaks out!
Don’t let the wicked have their way, God,
don’t give them an inch!”
9-11These troublemakers all around me—
let them drown in their own verbal poison.
Let God pile hellfire on them,
let him bury them alive in crevasses!
These loudmouths—
don’t let them be taken seriously;
These savages—
let the Devil hunt them down!
12-13I know that you, God, are on the side of victims,
that you care for the rights of the poor.
And I know that the righteous personally thank you,
that good people are secure in your presence.
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