Psalms 11:2
For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
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14The vngodly haue drawen out the sworde, and haue bended their bowe: to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of right conuersation.
15But their sworde shal go thorow their owne heart: & their bow shalbe broken.
2Hyde me from the secrete counsayles of the malitious: from the conspiracie of the workers of iniquitie.
3Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.
4That they may priuily shoote at hym which is perfect: they do sodenly shoote at hym and feare not.
5They courage them selues in mischiefe: and comune among them selues how they may lay snares, and say, who shall see them?
6They searche out howe to do wrong, they put in practise fully that they haue diligently searched out: yea euen the secretes and bottome of euery one of their heartes.
7But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
11For they intended mischiefe agaynst thee, and imagined a craftie deuice: but they coulde not bring it to passe.
12Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: and direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
12If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
13He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
32The vngodly spyeth the righteous: and seeketh occasion to slay hym.
2Who in heart imagine mischiefes: and set forwarde to warre euery day.
8He sitteth lurkyng in theeuishe corners of the streates: and priuily in lurking dennes he doth murther the innocent, he eyeth diligently hym that is weake.
9He lieth in wayte lurking as a Lion in his denne: he lyeth in wayte lurkyng, that he may violently carry away the afflicted, he doth carry away violentlye the afflicted, in halyng hym into his net.
8Their tongues are like sharpe arrowes to speake deceipt: with their mouth they speake peaceablie to their neighbour, but priuilie they lay wayte for hym.
17But as in vayne, the nette is layde foorth before the birdes eyes:
18So these lay wayte for the blood of them, and lye priuily for their liues.
3For if the foundations shalbe caste downe: what must the righteous do?
11His doynges be lyke a lions that is greedy to take a pray: and as a lions whelpe lurkyng in secrete places.
3They bend their tongues like vowes to shoote out lyes, they waxe strong vppon earth: As for the trueth, they may nothing away withall in the worlde, for they go from one wickednes to another, and wyll not knowe me, saith the Lorde.
11If they say, come with vs, let vs lay wayte for blood, and lurke priuily for the innocent without a cause:
3For lo, they lye in wayte for my soule: men of power are gathered together against me who haue committed no wickednes nor fault O God.
2The vngodly of a wylfulnesse persecuteth the poore: but euery one of them shalbe taken in the craftie wylines that they haue imagined.
5The 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.
7Let them be dissolued as into water, let them come to naught of them selues: and when they shoote their arrowes, let them be as broken.
6They flocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule.
26For among my people are found wicked persons, that priuily lay snares and wayte for men, to take them and destroy them.
6They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
12The vngodly busieth his head all against the iust: and gnasheth vpon him with his teeth.
15Laye no priuie wayte (O wicked man) against the house of the righteous, and spoyle not his resting place.
19The euyll shall bowe them selues before the good: and the vngodly shall wayte at the gates of the ryghteous.
2For their heart imagineth to do hurt, and their lippes talke mischiefe.
5Thyne arrowes are sharpe: a people the kynges enemies shall submit in heart them selues vnto thee.
7For without a cause they haue priuily layde for me a pit full of their nettes: without a cause they haue made a digyng vnto my soule.
10Let their eyes be blinded yt they see not, & bowe thou downe their backe alway.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
1Wo vnto them that imagine iniquitie, and worke wickednesse vpon their beddes: when the morning is light they practise it, because their hande hath power.
3Take me not away with the vngodlye, and with the workers of iniquitie: whiche speake of peace to their neighbours, but mischiefe is in their heartes.
3Howe long wyll ye imagine mischiefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sort of you: ye shalbe as a tottering wall, and like a broken hedge.
22Let the noyse be hearde out of their houses when thou bryngest the murtherer sodaynly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and layde snares for my feete.
21They flocke together agaynst the soule of the ryghteous: and condemne the innocent blood.
6For whyles they lye in wayte, they haue made redye their heart lyke an ouen, their baker sleepeth all night, in the morning it burneth as a flambe of fire.
3Yet they say they do wel, when they do euyll: the prince asketh, and the iudge iudgeth for a rewarde, therfore the great man speaketh out of the corruption of his soule, and so they wrappe it vp.
4He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his ryght hande as an aduersarie, and euery thyng that was pleasaunt to see, he hath slayne: he hath powred out his wrath like a fire, into the tabernacle of the daughter of Sion.
14Which reioyce in doyng naught, and delite in the wickednesse of the euyll:
9Kepe me from the snare which they haue layde foorth for me: and from the trappes of them that be workers of iniquitie.