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1Lord, from the ill and
froward man
give me deliverance,
And
do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:
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2Who in their heart
mischievous things
are meditating ever;
And
they for war assembled are
continually together.
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3Much like unto a
serpent's tongue
their tongues they sharp
do make;
And
underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.
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4Lord, keep me from the
wicked's hands,
from vi'lent men me
save;
Who
utterly to overthrow
my goings purpos'd have.
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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.
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6I said unto the Lord,
Thou art
my God: unto the cry
Of
all my supplications,
Lord, do thine ear
apply.
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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.
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8Unto the wicked man, O
Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
Nor
further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves
should vaunt.
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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.
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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.
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11Let not an evil speaker
be
on earth established:
Mischief
shall hunt the vi'lent man,
till he be ruined.
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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.
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