Psalms 140
140
A Prayer for Protection
For the Pure and Shining One
King David’s poetic song
1Lord, protect me from this evil one!
Rescue me from these violent schemes!
2He concocts his secret strategy to divide and harm others,
stirring up trouble one against another.
3They are known for their sharp rhetoric
of poisonous, hateful words.
Pause in his presence
4Keep me safe, Lord, out of reach from these wicked and violent men,
and guard me, God, for they have plotted an evil scheme
to ruin me and bring me down.
5They are proud and insolent; they’ve set an ambush for me in secret.
They are determined to snare me in their net like captured prey.
Pause in his presence
6-7O Lord, you are my God and my saving strength!
My Hero-God, you wrap yourself around me to protect me.
For I’m surrounded by your presence in my day of battle.
Lord Yahweh, hear my cry.
May my voice move your heart to show me mercy.
8Don’t let the wicked triumph over me,
but bring down their every strategy to subdue me
or they will become even more arrogant!
Pause in his presence
9Those who surround me are nothing but proud troublemakers.
May they drink the poison of their own poisonous words.
10-11May their slanderous lives never prosper!
Let evil itself hunt them down and pursue them relentlessly
until they are thrown into fiery pits
from which they will never get out!
Let burning coals of hellfire fall upon their heads!
12For I know, Lord, that you will be the hero
of all those they persecute,
and you will secure justice for the poor.
13Your godly ones will thank you no matter what happens.
For they choose and cherish your presence
above everything else!
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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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