Psalm one 40.
To the chief musician.
A Psalm of David.
Deliver me a Lord from the evil man.
Preserve me from the violent man, which imagined mischiefs in their heart.
Continually are they gathered together for war?
They have sharpened their tongue.
It's like a serpent.
Adders poison is under their lips.
Say LA.
Keep me.
Oh Lord.
From the hands of the wicked, preserve me from the violent man.
Who have purpose to overthrow my goings, the proud have
hit a snare for me and cords.
They have spread a net by the wayside.
They have set gins for me say LA.
I said unto the Lord thou art, my God.
Hear the voice of my supplication to the Lord.
Oh, God, the Lord, the strength of my salvation thou has covered
my head and the day of battle.
Grant not, oh Lord.
The desires of the wicked.
Further, not his wicked device, less.
They exalt themselves say LA.
As for the head of those that come past me about.
Let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
Led burning coals fall upon them.
Let them be cast into the fire into deep pits.
That they rise.
Not up again.
Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth.
Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted
and the right of the poor.
Surely the righteous shall give.
Thanks.
And to their name.
The upright shall 12 and they presence.