Deliver me O Lord from the evil man rescue me from the unjust man Who have devised iniquities in their hearts all the day long they designed battles They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent the venom of saps is under their lips Keep me O Lord from the hand of the wicked and from unjust men deliver me Who have proposed to supplant my steps The proud have hidden a net for me And they have stretched out cords for a snare they have laid for me a stumblingblock by the wayside I said to the Lord Thou art my God hear O Lord the voice of my supplication O Lord Lord the strength of my salvation thou hast overshadowed my head in the day of battle Give me not up O Lord from my desire to the wicked they have plotted against me do not thou forsake me lest they should triumph The head of them compassing me about the labour of their lips shall overwhelm them Burning coals shall fall upon them thou wilt cast them down into the fire in miseries they shall not be able to stand A man full of tongue shall not be established in the earth evil shall catch the unjust man unto destruction I know that the Lord will do justice to the needy and will revenge the poor But as for the just they shall give glory to thy name and the upright shall dwell with thy countenance I have cried to the O Lord hear me hearken to my voice when I cry to thee Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight the lifting up of my hands as evening sacrifice Set a watch O Lord before my mouth and a door round about my lips Incline not my heart to evil words to make excuses in sins With men that work iniquity and I will not communicate with the choicest of them The just shall correct me in mercy and shall reprove me but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased Their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up They shall hear my words for they have prevailed As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground Our bones are scattered by the side of hell But o to thee O Lord Lord are my eyes in thee have I put my trust take not away my soul Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity The wicked shall fall in his net I am alone until I pass Hear O Lord my prayer give ear to my supplication in thy truth hear me in thy justice And enter not into judgment with thy servant for in thy sight no man living shall be justified For the enemy hath persecuted my soul he hath brought down my life to the earth He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old And my spirit is in anguish within me my heart within me is troubled I remembered the days of old I meditated on all thy works I meditated upon the works of thy hands I stretched forth my hands to thee my soul is as earth without water unto thee Hear me speedily O Lord my spirit hath fainted away Turn not away thy face from me lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit Cause me to hear thy mercy in the morning for in thee have I hoped Make the way known to me wherein I should walk for I have lifted up my soul to thee Deliver me from my enemies O Lord to thee have I fled Teach me to do thy will for thou art my God Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land For thy name s sake O Lord thou wilt quicken me in thy justice Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble And in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul for I am thy servant Blessed be the Lord my God who teacheth my hands to fight and my fingers to war My mercy and my refuge my support and my deliverer My protector and I have hoped in him who subdueth my people under me Lord what is man that thou art made known to him or the son of man that thou makest account of him Man is like to vanity his days pass away like a shadow Lord bow down thy heavens and descend touch the mountains and they shall smoke Send forth lightning and thou shalt scatter them shoot out thy arrows and thou shalt trouble them Put forth thy hand from on high take me out and deliver me from many waters from the hand of strange children Whose mouth hath spoken vanity and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity To thee O God I will sing a new canticle on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee Who givest salvation to kings who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword Deliver me And rescue me out of the hand of strange children whose mouth hath spoken vanity and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity Whose sons are as new plants in their youth Their daughters decked out adorned