To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^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
^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.