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1 (To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.) Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
2 Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.
4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
6 I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.
7 O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
8 Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.
9 As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
10 Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
11 Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
12 I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.
13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
1 To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid. Deliuer me, O Lord, from the euill man: preserue me from the violent man.
2 Which imagine mischiefes in their heart: continually are they gathered together for warre.
3 They haue sharpned their tongues like a serpent: adders poison is vnder their lips. Selah.
4 Keepe me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked, preserue me from the violent man: who haue purposed to ouerthrow my goings.
5 The proude haue hid a snare for me and cords, they haue spread a net by the way side: they haue set grinnes for me. Selah.
6 I said vnto the Lord, Thou art my God: heare the voyce of my supplications, O Lord.
7 O God the Lord, the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battell.
8 Grant not, O Lord, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked deuice, lest they exalt themselues. Selah.
9 As for the head of those that compasse me about: let the mischiefe of their owne lips couer them.
10 Let burning coales fall vpon them, let them be cast into the fire: into deepe pits, that they rise not vp againe.
11 Let not an euill speaker bee established in the earth: euill shall hunt the violent man to ouerthrow him.
12 I know that the Lord will maintaine the cause of the afflicted: and the right of the poore.
13 Surely the righteous shall giue thankes vnto thy Name: the vpright shall dwell in thy presence.