Psalms, Chapter 140
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For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Yahweh, from [the] evil man; Preserve me from the violent man:
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Who devise mischiefs in their heart; Continually they gather themselves together for war.
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They have sharpened their tongue like a serpent; Adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.
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Keep me, O Yahweh, from the hands of the wicked; Preserve me from the violent man: Who have purposed to thrust aside my steps.
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The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set traps for me. Selah.
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I said to Yahweh, You are my God: Give ear to the voice of my supplications, O Yahweh.
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O Yahweh the Lord, the strength of my salvation, You have covered my head in the day of battle.
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Don't grant, O Yahweh, the desires of the wicked; Don't further his evil plot. They will exalt themselves. Selah.
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As for the head of those who speak lies about me, Let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
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Let burning coals fall on them: Let them be cast into the fire, Into deep pits, from where they will not rise.
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A man of tongue will not be established in the earth: Evil will hunt a man of violence to overthrow him.
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I know that Yahweh will maintain the cause of the afflicted, And justice for the needy.
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Surely the righteous will give thanks to your name: The upright will dwell in your presence.