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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, free me from the evil man: from vi’lent man save me. 2 Whose hearts think mischief: every day for war they gather’d 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 wicked’s hands, from vi’lent 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: gins 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. 7 O God, the Lord, who art the stay of my salvation: my head by thee hath cover’d 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 enclose, 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 establish’d be men of an evil tongue: evil shall hunt to overthrow the man of vi’lent wrong.
12 th’ 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.