Psalm 140 Eripe me, Domine.
DELIVER me, O LORD, from the evil man; * and preserve me from the wicked man;
2Who imagine mischief in their hearts, * and stir up strife all the day long.
3They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; * adder's poison is under their lips.
4Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the ungodly; * preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.
5The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords; * yea, and set traps in my way.
6I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God, * hear the voice of my prayers, O LORD.
7O LORD God, thou strength of my health; * thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
8Let not the ungodly have his desire, O LORD; * let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.
9Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them * that compass me about.
10Let hot burning coals fall upon them; * let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
11A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: * evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
12Sure I am that the LORD will avenge the poor, * and maintain the cause of the helpless.
13The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name; * and the just shall continue in thy sight.