Psalms

Chapter 140

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¹To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;1 sermon²Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.1 sermon³They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders’ poison is under their lips. Selah.1 sermon⁴Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.1 sermon⁵The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.1 sermon⁶I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord.1 sermon⁷O God the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.1 sermon⁸Grant not, O Lord, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.1 sermon⁹As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.1 sermon¹⁰Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.1 sermon¹¹Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.1 sermon¹²I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.1 sermon¹³Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.1 sermon