Coverdale(i)
2 Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
3 They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.