To the chief musician, a psalm of David,
1 Lord, free me from the evil man:
from violent man save me.
2 Whose hearts think mischief: every day
for war they gathred be.
3 Their tongues they have made to be sharp
a serpent like unto:
the poison of the Asp it is
under their lips also. Selah.
4 Keep me, Lord, from the wickeds’ hands,
from violent man me save:
my goings who to overthrow
in thought projected have.
5 The proud have hid a snare for me,
cords also: they a net
have spread abroad by the way side:
grins for me they have set. Selah.
6 Unto Jehovah I did say,
thou art a God to me:
Lord, hear the voice of my requests,
which are for grace to thee.
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7 O God, the Lord, who art the stay
of my salvation:
my head by thee hath covered been
the day of battle on.
8 Those men’s desires that wicked are,
Jehovah, do not grant,
their wicked purpose further not,
lest they themselves do vaunt.
9 As for the head of them that me
do round about inclose,
o let the molestation
of their lips cover those.
10 Let burning coals upon them fall,
into the fire likewise
let them be cast, into deep pits,
that they no more may rise.
11 Let not i'th earth establisht be
men of an evil tongue:
evil shall hunt to overthrow
the man of violent wrong.
12 The afflicted’s cause, the poor man’s right,
I know God will maintain:
13 Yea, just shall praise thy Name: th’upright
shall ‘fore thy face remain.