Psalms 140: 1 - 142: 7
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. |
1Deliver me, LORD, from the evil man. |
Preserve me from the violent man: |
2those who devise mischief in their hearts. |
They continually gather themselves together for war. |
3They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. |
Viper’s poison is under their lips. Selah. |
4LORD, keep me from the hands of the wicked. |
Preserve me from the violent men who have determined to trip my feet. |
5The proud have hidden a snare for me, |
they have spread the cords of a net by the path. |
They have set traps for me. Selah. |
6I said to the LORD, “You are my God.” |
Listen to the cry of my petitions, LORD. |
7LORD, the Lord, the strength of my salvation, |
you have covered my head in the day of battle. |
8LORD, don’t grant the desires of the wicked. |
Don’t let their evil plans succeed, or they will become proud. Selah. |
9As for the head of those who surround me, |
let the mischief of their own lips cover them. |
10Let burning coals fall on them. |
Let them be thrown into the fire, |
into miry pits, from where they never rise. |
11An evil speaker won’t be established in the earth. |
Evil will hunt the violent man to overthrow him. |
12I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, |
and justice for the needy. |
13Surely the righteous will give thanks to your name. |
The upright will dwell in your presence. |
A Psalm by David. |
1LORD, I have called on you. |
Come to me quickly! |
Listen to my voice when I call to you. |
2Let my prayer be set before you like incense; |
the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice. |
3Set a watch, LORD, before my mouth. |
Keep the door of my lips. |
4Don’t incline my heart to any evil thing, |
to practise deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. |
Don’t let me eat of their delicacies. |
5Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; |
let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; |
don’t let my head refuse it; |
Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds. |
6Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. |
They will hear my words, for they are well spoken. |
7“As when one ploughs and breaks up the earth, |
our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.” |
8For my eyes are on you, LORD, the Lord. |
In you, I take refuge. |
Don’t leave my soul destitute. |
9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, |
from the traps of the workers of iniquity. |
10Let the wicked fall together into their own nets |
while I pass by. |
A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. |
1I cry with my voice to the LORD. |
With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy. |
2I pour out my complaint before him. |
I tell him my troubles. |
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, |
you knew my route. |
On the path in which I walk, |
they have hidden a snare for me. |
4Look on my right, and see; |
for there is no one who is concerned for me. |
Refuge has fled from me. |
No one cares for my soul. |
5I cried to you, LORD. |
I said, “You are my refuge, |
my portion in the land of the living.” |
6Listen to my cry, |
for I am in desperate need. |
Deliver me from my persecutors, |
for they are too strong for me. |
7Bring my soul out of prison, |
that I may give thanks to your name. |
The righteous will surround me, |
for you will be good to me. |
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