Psalms 140:4
Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
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1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
2Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
4As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
5To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
8Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
9From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.
2Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
11Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.
8Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. Selah.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
1A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
3Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
14O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,
11Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
15In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
134Ransom me from the oppression of man, And I observe Thy precepts,
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
12To deliver thee from an evil way, From any speaking froward things,
110The wicked have laid a snare for me, And from thy precepts I wandered not.
3Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
4Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
49And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
13Also -- from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,
19Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!
11A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence -- evil hunteth to overflowing.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
7Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.
4Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
48My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.
11Thou, O Jehovah, restrainest not Thy mercies from me, Thy kindness and Thy truth do continually keep me.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
16Who riseth up for me with evil doers? Who stationeth himself for me with workers of iniquity?
115Turn aside from me, ye evil-doers, And I keep the commands of my God.
1`The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.
19They are before me in a day of my calamity, And Jehovah is my support,
2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
12Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.
7Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
18They go before me in a day of my calamity And Jehovah is for a support to me.
3For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.