140:1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Deliver
me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
2 Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are
they gathered together for war.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders’
poison is under their lips. Selah.
4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from
the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a
net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
6 I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of
my supplications, O LORD.
7 O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered
my head in the day of battle.
8 ¶ Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked: further not his
wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.
9 As for the head of those that compass me about, let the
mischief of their own lips cover them.
10 Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the
fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
11 Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall
hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
12 I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and
the right of the poor.
13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the
upright shall dwell in thy presence.
141:1 A Psalm of David LORD, I cry unto thee: make
haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and
the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked
works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their
dainties.
5 ¶ Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and
let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which
shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in
their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear
my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one
cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my
trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and
the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal
escape.
142:1 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the
cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto
the LORD did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my
trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my
path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for
me.
4 ¶ I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was
no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and
my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my
persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the
righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with
me.
143:1 A Psalm of David. Hear my prayer, O LORD, give
ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in
thy righteousness.
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight
shall no man living be justified.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life
down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those
that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me
is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse
on the work of thy hands.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth
after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7 ¶ Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face
from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee
do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift
up my soul unto thee.
9 Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide
me.
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is
good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11 Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’
sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that
afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
144:1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the
LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my
fingers to fight:
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my
shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under
me.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or
the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that
passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and
they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows,
and destroy them.
7 Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great
waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a
right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and
an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 It is he that gives salvation to kings: who delivers
David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose
mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of
falsehood:
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that
our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after
the similitude of a palace:
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner
of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten
thousands in our streets:
14 That our oxen may be strong to labor; that
there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no
complaining in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yes,
happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.