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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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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