Psalms 141:9
Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
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10The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
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.
110The wicked have laid a snare for me, And from thy precepts I wandered not.
8But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, `are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
2Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
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.
8For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
9Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
10Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
15Mine eyes `are' continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
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.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
3Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
26For the wicked have been found among My people. It looketh about the covering of snares, They have set up a trap -- men they capture.
7For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
15Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
12And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
10Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.
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.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
1A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
10For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
7Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
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.
17Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
18And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.
2In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
20Keep my soul, and deliver me, Let me not be ashamed, for I trusted in Thee.
13Also -- from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
14Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
5Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
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.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.