Psalms, 139
A prayer to be delivered from the wicked.
Eripe me, Domine.
[1] Unto the end, a psalm of David. •
[2] Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: rescue me from the unjust man. •
[3] Who have devised iniquities in their hearts: all the day long they designed battles. •
[4] They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: the venom of asps is under their lips. •
[5] Keep me, O Lord, from the hand of the wicked: and from unjust men deliver me. Who have proposed to supplant my steps:
[6] The proud have hidden a net for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare: they have laid for me a stumblingblock by the wayside. •
[7] I said to the Lord: Thou art my God: hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication.
[8] O Lord, Lord, the strength of my salvation: thou hast overshadowed my head in the day of battle. •
[9] Give me not up, O Lord, from my desire to the wicked: they have plotted against me; do not thou forsake me, lest they should triumph. •
[10] The head of them compassing me about: the labour of their lips shall overwhelm them. •
[11] Burning coals shall fall upon them; thou wilt cast them down into the fire: in miseries they shall not be able to stand. •
[12] A man full of tongue shall not be established in the earth: evil shall catch the unjust man unto destruction. •
[13] I know that the Lord will do justice to the needy, and will revenge the poor. •
[14] But as for the just, they shall give glory to thy name: and the upright shall dwell with thy countenance. •