To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 8,6,8,6 ^1Lord, from the ill and froward man give me deliverance, And do thou safe preserve me from the man of violence: ^2Who in their heart mischievous things are meditating ever; And they for war assembled are continually together. ^3Much like unto a serpent's tongue their tongues they sharp do make; And underneath their lips there lies the poison of a snake. ^4Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have. ^5The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set. ^6I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply. ^7O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on. ^8Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant; Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt. ^9As for the head and chief of those about that compass me, Ev'n by the mischief of their lips let thou them cover'd be. ^10Let burning coals upon them fall, them throw in fiery flame, And in deep pits, that they no more may rise out of the same. ^11Let not an evil speaker be on earth established: Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man, till he be ruined. ^12I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain, and poor men's right. ^13Surely the just shall praise thy name; th' upright dwell in thy sight. |