Psalms 140

2who hath contrived mischief in their heart. All the day long they prepared battles:

3they sharpened their tongue like that of a serpent: the poison of asps was under their lips.

4Keep me, O Lord, from the hand of a sinner: deliver me from unjust men; who have formed contrivances to supplant my steps.

5The haughty hid a snare for me—they spread out nets for my feet—close by the way they laid for me a stumbling block.

6I said to the Lord, Thou art my God. Hear O Lord, the voice of my supplication.

7O Lord, Lord, the strength of my salvation! Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.

8Deliver me not up to the wicked from my desire. Against me they have formed devices: Forsake me not, lest they be exalted.

9Let them that encompass me—the mischief of their lips will cover them.

10On them shall fall coals of fire in the land; and Thou wilt overthrow them with miseries; that they may not rise up again.

11A tattling chief cannot prosper in the land: evils will hunt to destruction a man of violence.

12I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted and the right of the needy:

13moreover, that the righteous will adore Thy name—that the upright shall dwell in Thy presence.