Psalmen 140
To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me O God from the euyll man: and preserue me from the outragious man.
Who in heart imagine mischiefes: and set forwarde to warre euery day.
They haue sharpened their tongue lyke a serpent: Adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah.
Kepe me O God from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the outragious man, who haue deuised to thrust my feete from me.
The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.
I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
O Lorde God the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle.
Graunt not vnto the vngodly his desires O God: bryng not to passe his mischeuous imagination lest they shoulde be made to proude. Selah.
Let the labour of his owne lippe couer him: who is head of them that compasse me about.
Let hotte coales be burnyng vpon them: he wyll cast them downe into the fire into deepe pittes, that they may neuer rise vp agayne.
A man full of tongue can not prosper vpon the earth: euyll shall hunt the outragious person to ouerthrowe him.
I am sure that God wyll dispatche the cause of the afflicted: and he wyll geue iudgement for the needy.
Truely the ryghteous wyll confesse it vnto thy name: they that deale vprightlye shall dwell before thy face.