¶ To the chanter, a Psalm of David. Deliver me, o LORD, from the evil men, oh preserve me from the wicked men.
Which imagine mischief in their hearts, and stir up strife all the day long.
They sharpen their tongues like a serpent: adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.
Keep me, O LORD, from the hand of the ungodly: preserve me from the wicked men, which are purposed to overthrow my goings.
The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords, yea and set traps in my way. Selah.
But my saying is unto the LORD: Thou art my God, hear the voice of my prayer, O LORD.
O Lord GOD, thou strength of my health, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
¶ Let not the ungodly have his desire, O LORD, let him not have his purpose, lest they be too proud. Selah.
Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them, that compass me about.
Let hot burning coals fall upon them, let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: a malicious and wicked person shall be hunted away, and destroyed.
Sure I am, that the LORD will avenge the poor, and maintain the cause of the helpless.
The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy name, and the just shall continue in thy sight.
Praise the Everlasting Lord for His Faithful Word.