Psalm 140

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.