{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day","title":"Psalm Chapter 140","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":105,"description":"Psalm 140: The Serpent's Tongue and the Shelter of God\nDavid knew a particular kind of enemy — not the one who charges at you with a sword, but the one who sharpens his tongue like a serpent and hides poison under his lips. There is something almost clinical about the observation: the wicked do not merely speak badly, they engineer destruction with words. Snares, cords, nets, gins — the vocabulary is all entrapment, the patient architecture of malice. And against this David sets not his own cleverness but a bare, unadorned cry: \"I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God.\" That is the whole defense. Not strategy, not counter-scheming, but the declaration of belonging. What follows is a prayer that the violent be caught in their own devices — that burning coals fall, that the pit they dug become their home. It sounds harsh until you have been the one in the net. And then the psalm lands, with a certainty that feels hard-won rather than naive: \"I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted.\" Not hope, not wish — know. The upright, David says, shall dwell in God's presence, and after everything this psalm has described, that sounds less like a theology and more like a refuge.\n00:00 Deliver Me from the Evil Man\n01:00 The Snare Turns Back on the Wicked","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/C2WseAXS5mwLSdrov_M_2jK4yq73Ie3qsXM5YHymD9c/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS8zYTI4/MzVhZWJjYTI1MDMy/ODg4MTI5NzlhMDg5/NmY2ZS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}