Psalms 140

Matthew(i) 1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Deliuer me, O Lorde, from the euel men, Oh preserue me from the wycked men. 2 Which ymagin mischief in their hertes, and stere vp strife all the daye longe. 3 They sharpen their tonges lyke a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah. 4 Kepe me, O Lorde, from the hande of the vngodly: preserue me from the wycked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goynges. 5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a net abroade wyth coardes, yea, and set trappes in my waye. Selah. 6 But my sayinge is vnto the Lorde: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer O Lord. 7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle. 8 Let not the vngodly haue hys desyre, O Lord, let him not haue hys purpose, lest they be to proude. Selah. 9 Let the mischief of their owne lippes fall vpon the head of theym, that compase me about. 10 Let hote burnyng coales fall vpon them let them be cast into the fyre, & into the pytte, that they neuer ryse vp agayne. 11 A man full of woordes shall not prospere vpon the earth: a malicious & wicked person shalbe hunted awaye, and destroyed. 12 Sure I am, that the Lorde wyll auenge the poore, & maynteyne the cause of the helpelesse. 13 The righteous also shall geue thanckes vnto thy name, and the iust shall continue in thy sight.