Psalm 140–141

Psalm CXL.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

^aDeliver me, O Lord, ^bfrom the evil man:

^bPreserve me from the violent man;

²Which imagine mischiefs in their heart;

Continually are they ^cgathered together for war.

^3dThey have sharpened their tongues like ^ea serpent;

^fAdder’s ^epoison is ^gunder their lips. Selah.

⁴Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;

^bPreserve me from the violent man;

Who have purposed to ^hoverthrow my goings.

⁵The proud have ⁱhid ^ka snare for me, and ^lcords;

They have spread a ^mnet by the way side;

They have set ⁿgrins for me. Selah.

⁶I ⁿⁿsaid unto the Lord, Thou art my God:

Hear ^othe voice of my supplications, O Lord.

⁷O God the Lord, ^pthe strength of my salvation,

Thou hast ^qcovered my head in the day of ^rbattle.

⁸Grant not, O Lord, ^sthe desires of the wicked:

Further not his wicked device;

^tLest they exalt themselves. Selah.

⁹As for the head of those that compass me about,

^uLet the mischief of their own lips cover them.

¹⁰Let burning coals ^wfall upon them:

Let them be cast into the fire;

Into deep pits, that they rise not up again.

¹¹Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth:

Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.

¹²I know that the Lord will ^xmaintain the cause of the afflicted,

And ^xythe right of the poor.

¹³Surely ^zthe righteous shall give thanks unto thy name:

The upright shall dwell in thy presence.

Psalm CXLI.

A Psalm of David.

Lord, I cry unto thee: ^amake haste unto me;

Give hear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.

²Let ^bmy prayer be set forth before thee as ^bincense;

And ^cthe lifting up of my hands as ^dthe evening sacrifice.

³Set ^ea watch, O Lord, before my mouth;

^eKeep the door of my lips.

^4fIncline not my heart to any evil thing,

To practise wicked works with men that ^gwork iniquity:

And ^hlet me not eat of their dainties.

⁵ⁱLet the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:

And let him reprove me; it shall be an ^kexcellent oil,

Which shall not break my head:

For yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

⁶When ^ltheir judges are overthrown in stony places,

^lThey shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

^7mOur bones are scattered ⁿat the grave’s mouth,

As when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

⁸But ^omine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord:

^pIn thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

⁹Keep me from ^qthe snare which they have laid for me,

And the ^rgrins of ^gthe workers of iniquity.

¹⁰Let the wicked ^sfall into their own nets,

Whilst that I withal escape.