Psalms 140:3-13 ▼

3 They haue sharpened their tongue lyke a serpent: Adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah.

4 Kepe me O God from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the outragious man, who haue deuised to thrust my feete from me.

5 The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.

6 I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.

7 O Lorde God the strength of my saluation: thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle.

8 Graunt not vnto the vngodly his desires O God: bryng not to passe his mischeuous imagination lest they shoulde be made to proude. Selah.

9 Let the labour of his owne lippe couer him: who is head of them that compasse me about.

10 Let hotte coales be burnyng vpon them: he wyll cast them downe into the fire into deepe pittes, that they may neuer rise vp agayne.

11 A man full of tongue can not prosper vpon the earth: euyll shall hunt the outragious person to ouerthrowe him.

12 I am sure that God wyll dispatche the cause of the afflicted: and he wyll geue iudgement for the needy.

13 Truely the ryghteous wyll confesse it vnto thy name: they that deale vprightlye shall dwell before thy face.