Psalms 141:9
Keepe me from the snare, which they haue layde for me, and from the grennes of the workers of iniquitie.
Keepe me from the snare, which they haue layde for me, and from the grennes of the workers of iniquitie.
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10Let the wicked fall into his nettes together, whiles I escape.
4Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. Selah.
110The wicked haue layed a snare for mee: but I swarued not from thy precepts.
8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
2Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie.
8Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings,
9From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
8For hee is taken in the net by his feete, and he walketh vpon the snares.
9The grenne shall take him by the heele, and the theefe shall come vpon him.
10A snare is layed for him in the ground, and a trappe for him in the way.
15Mine eyes are euer towarde the Lorde: for he will bring my feete out of the net.
6They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
4Drawe mee out of the nette, that they haue layde priuilie for mee: for thou art my strength.
9Deliuer me, O Lorde, from mine enemies: for I hid me with thee.
1To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of Dauid on Michtam. When Saul sent and they did watch the house to kill him. O my God, deliuer mee from mine enemies: defend me fro them that rise vp against me.
2Deliuer me from the wicked doers, and saue me from the bloody men.
3For loe, they haue layd waite for my soule: the mightie men are gathered against me, not for mine offence, nor for my sinne, O Lord.
22Let the crye bee heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring an hoste suddenly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feete.
3Drawe mee not away with the wicked, and with the woorkers of iniquitie: which speake friendly to their neighbours, when malice is in their hearts.
26For among my people are founde wicked persons, that lay waite as hee that setteth snares: they haue made a pit, to catch men.
7For without cause they haue hid the pit & their net for me: without cause haue they digged a pit for my soule.
8Let destruction come vpon him at vnwares, and let his net, that he hath laid priuilie, take him: let him fall into the same destruction.
15The heathen are sunken downe in the pit that they made: in the nette that they hid, is their foote taken.
6They gather together, and keepe them selues close: they marke my steps, because they waite for my soule.
12They also, that seeke after my life, laye snares, and they that go about to do me euil, talke wicked things and imagine deceite continually.
22Let their table be a snare before them, and their prosperitie their ruine.
4Deliuer mee, O my God, out of the hande of the wicked: out of the hande of the euill and cruell man.
10Therefore snares are round about thee, and feare shal suddenly trouble thee:
4Concerning the workes of men, by the wordes of thy lips I kept mee from the paths of the cruell man.
5Stay my steps in thy paths, that my feete doe not slide.
3Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
1Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
9As for the chiefe of them, that compasse me about, let the mischiefe of their owne lippes come vpon them.
10For mine enemies speake of mee, and they that lay waite for my soule, take their counsell together,
7Our soule is escaped, euen as a bird out of the snare of the foulers: the snare is broken, and we are deliuered.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Deliuer me, O Lord, from the euill man: preserue me from the cruel man:
1Shigaion of Dauid, which he sang vnto the Lord, concerning the wordes of Chush the sonne of Iemini. O lorde my God, in thee I put my trust: saue me from all that persecute me, & deliuer me,
17Certainely as without cause the net is spred before the eyes of all that hath wing:
18So they lay waite for blood and lie priuily for their liues.
2Rescue mee and deliuer me in thy righteousnes: incline thine eare vnto me and saue me.
20Keepe my soule, and deliuer me: let me not be confounded, for I trust in thee.
13Keepe thy seruant also from presumptuous sinnes: let them not reigne ouer me: so shall I be vpright, & made cleane fro much wickednes.
5The sorowes of the graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertooke me.
14Deliuer mee out of the myre, that I sinke not: let me be deliuered from them that hate me, and out of the deepe waters.
13Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
5Deliuer thy selfe as a doe from the hande of the hunter, and as a birde from the hande of the fouler.
9He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
4Incline not mine heart to euill, that I should commit wicked workes with men that worke iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.
6The sorowes of the graue compassed mee about: the snares of death ouertooke mee.