Psalms 141:9
Keep me from the snares [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Keep me from the snares [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
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10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
110 The wicked have laid a snare for me: yet I erred not from thy precepts.
8 But mine eyes [are] unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
8 ¶ Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
9 From the wicked that oppress me, [from] my deadly enemies, [who] compass me about.
8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.
9 The gin shall take [him] by the heel, [and] the robber shall prevail against him.
10 The snare [is] laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.
15 ¶ Mine eyes [are] ever toward the LORD; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen [themselves]. Selah.
4 Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou [art] my strength.
9 Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
1 ¶ To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David; when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up against me.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from bloody men.
3 For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not [for] my transgression, nor [for] my sin, O LORD.
22 Let a cry be heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring a troop suddenly upon them: for they have digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief [is] in their hearts.
26 For among my people are found wicked [men]: they lay wait, as he that setteth snares; they set a trap, they catch men.
7 For without cause have they hid for me their net [in] a pit, [which] without cause they have digged for my soul.
8 Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.
15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit [that] they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
6 They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
12 ¶ They also that seek after my life lay snares [for me]: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
22 ¶ Let their table become a snare before them: and [that which should have been] for [their] welfare, [let it become] a trap.
4 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
10 Therefore snares [are] round about thee, and sudden fear troubleth thee;
4 Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept [me from] the paths of the destroyer.
5 Hold up my goings in thy paths, [that] my footsteps slip not.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
1 ¶ Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
9 [As for] the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
10 For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,
7 Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
1 ¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
1 ¶ Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto the LORD, concerning the words of Cush the Benjamite. O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me:
17 Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird.
18 And they lay wait for their [own] blood; they lurk privily for their [own] lives.
2 Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me.
20 O keep my soul, and deliver me: let me not be ashamed; for I put my trust in thee.
13 Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous [sins]; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble [which I suffer] of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
5 Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand [of the hunter], and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
9 He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
4 Incline not my heart to [any] evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;