PSALM 140
Eripe me, Domine.

Deliver me, O LORD, from the | evil man;

* and preserve me | from the wicked man;

2 Who imagine mischief | in their hearts,

* and stir up strife | all the day long.

3 They have sharpened their tongues | like a serpent;

* adder's | poison• is •under• their lips.

4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of | the ungodly;

* preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to | overthrow my goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net a- | -broad with cords;

* yea, and set | traps in my way.

6 I said unto the LORD, Thou | art my God,

* hear the voice | of my prayers, O LORD.

7 O LORD God, thou strength | of my health;

* thou hast covered my head | in the day of battle.

8 Let not the ungodly have his de- | -sire, O LORD;

* let not his mischievous imagination prosper, | lest they be too proud.

9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the | head of them

* that | compass me about.

10 Let hot burning coals | fall upon them;

* let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never | rise up again.

11 A man full of words shall not prosper up- | -on the earth:

* evil shall hunt the wicked | person• to overthrow him.

12 Sure I am that the LORD will a- | -venge the poor,

* and maintain the | cause of the helpless.

13 The righteous also shall give thanks | unto• thy Name;

* and the just shall con- | -tinue in thy sight.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.