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140:1	Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
140:2	Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.
140:3	They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.
140:4	Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
140:5	The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
140:6	I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.
140:7	O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
140:8	Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.
140:9	As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
140:10	Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
140:11	Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
140:12	I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.
140:13	Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.


140:1	To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me, O Lorde, from the euell man, and preserue me from the wycked man.
140:2	Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes: and stere vp strife all the daye longe.
140:3	They haue sharpened theyr tonges like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lyppes. Sela.
140:4	Kepe me, O Lorde, from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the wyckedmen, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goynges.
140:5	The proude haue layed a snare for me: and spred a net abroad with coardes: yee, & set trappes in my waye Sela.
140:6	I sayde vnto the Lorde: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayers, O Lorde.
140:7	O Lorde God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heed in the day of battayll.
140:8	Let not the vngodly haue his desyre, O Lorde, let not hys mischeuous ymaginacyon prosper: lest they be to proude. Sela.
140:9	Let the mischefe of their awne lippes fall vpon the heed of them, that compasse me about.
140:10	Let hote burninge coales fall vpon them: let them be cast into the fyer and into the pyt: that they neuer ryse vp againe.
140:11	A man full of wordes shal not prosper vpon the erth: euell shall hunte the wycked person, to ouerthrowe hym.
140:12	Sure I am, that the Lorde wyll auenge the poore, and mainteyne the cause of the helpeles.
140:13	The righteous also shall geue thankes vnto thy name, and the iust shall contynue in thy syght.


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