The Lantern

Psalms140

Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: and preserve me from the wicked man.

Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir up strife all the day long.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adders poison is under their lips.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly; preserve me from the Wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.

The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords: yea, and set traps in my way.

I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.

O Lord God, thou strength of my health: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.

Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord: let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.

Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them: that compass me about.

Let hot burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire and into the pit, that they never rise up again.

A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him,

Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor: and maintain the cause of the helpless.

The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name: and the just shall continue in thy sight.