Psalm 140

1Deliver me, O Lord, from evildoers; protect me from those who are violent,

2who plan evil things in their minds and stir up wars continually.

3They make their tongue sharp as a snake’s, and under their lips is the venom of vipers. Selah

4Guard me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; protect me from the violent who have planned my downfall.

5The arrogant have hidden a trap for me, and with cords they have spread a net, along the road they have set snares for me. Selah

6I say to the Lord, “You are my God; give ear, O Lord, to the voice of my supplications.”

7O Lord, my Lord, my strong deliverer, you have covered my head in the day of battle.

8Do not grant, O Lord, the desires of the wicked; do not further their evil plot. Selah

9Those who surround me lift up their heads; let the mischief of their lips overwhelm them!

10Let burning coals fall on them! Let them be flung into pits, no more to rise!

11Do not let the slanderer be established in the land; let evil speedily hunt down the violent!

12I know that the Lord maintains the cause of the needy, and executes justice for the poor.

13Surely the righteous shall give thanks to your name; the upright shall live in your presence.

Psalm 141

1I call upon you, O Lord; come quickly to me; give ear to my voice when I call to you.

2Let my prayer be counted as incense before you, and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice.

3Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.

4Do not turn my heart to any evil, to busy myself with wicked deeds in company with those who work iniquity; do not let me eat of their delicacies.

5Let the righteous strike me; let the faithful correct me. Never let the oil of the wicked anoint my head, for my prayer is continually against their wicked deeds.

6When they are given over to those who shall condemn them, then they shall learn that my words were pleasant.

7Like a rock that one breaks apart and shatters on the land, so shall their bones be strewn at the mouth of Sheol.

8But my eyes are turned toward you, O God, my Lord; in you I seek refuge; do not leave me defenseless.

9Keep me from the trap that they have laid for me, and from the snares of evildoers.

10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I alone escape.

Psalm 142

1With my voice I cry to the Lord; with my voice I make supplication to the Lord.

2I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.

3When my spirit is faint, you know my way. In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

4Look on my right hand and see— there is no one who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for me.

5I cry to you, O Lord; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6Give heed to my cry, for I am brought very low. Save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

7Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.

From the oremus Bible Browser http://bible.oremus.org v2.2.8 14 July 2018.


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