Psalm CXL.

* To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

aDeliver me, O Lord, bfrom the evil man:

bPreserve me from the * violent man;

2  Which imagine mischiefs in their heart;

Continually are they cgathered together for war.

3  dThey have sharpened their tongues like ea serpent;

fAdder’s epoison is gunder their lips. Selah.

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

bPreserve me from the violent man;

Who have purposed to hoverthrow my goings.

5  The 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.

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

Hear othe voice of my supplications, O Lord.

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

Thou hast qcovered my head in the day of rbattle.

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

Further not his wicked device;

* tLest they exalt themselves. Selah.

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

uLet the mischief of their own lips cover them.

10  Let burning coals wfall 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 xmaintain the cause of the afflicted,

And xythe right of the poor.

13  Surely zthe righteous shall give thanks unto thy name:

The upright shall dwell in thy presence.