Psalm 140 N.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Lord, save me from the evil man, and from his pride and spite, And from all those also who do in violence delight:
2 Who evermore on me make war, their tongues, 1o, they have whet Like serpents; underneath their lips is adders' poison set.
3 Keep me, O Lord, from wicked hands, preserve me to abide Free from the cruel man that means to cause my steps to slide.
4 The proud have laid a snare for me, and they have spread a net With cords in my pathway, and gins ** for me also have set.
5 Therefore I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God alone, Hear me therefore, O hear the voice wherewith I pray and moan.
6 O Lord my God, thou only art the strength that saveth me; My head in day of battle hath been covered still by thee.
7 Let not, O Lord, the wicked have the end of his desire, Perform not his ill thought, lest he with pride be set on fire.
8 Of them that compass me about, the chiefest of them all, Lord, let the mischief of their lips upon their own heads fall;
9 Let coals fall on them, let them be east in consuming flame, And in deep pit, that never they may rise out of the same.
10 For no backbiters shall on earth be set in stable plight; And evil to destruction still shall hunt the cruel wight.
11 I know the Lord th' afflicted will revenge, and judge the poor: The just shall praise thy Name, and shall dwell with thee evermore.
** gins: traps, snares, nets.