Psalms 140 To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me, O Lorde, from the euell man, and preserue me from the wycked man.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me, O Lorde, from the euell man, and preserue me from the wycked man. ² Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes: and stere vp strife all the daye longe. ³ They haue sharpened theyr tonges like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lyppes. Sela. ⁴ Kepe me, O Lorde, from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the wyckedmen, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goynges. ⁵ The proude haue layed a snare for me: and spred a net abroad with coardes: yee, & set trappes in my waye Sela. ⁶ I sayde vnto the Lorde: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayers, O Lorde. ⁷ O Lorde God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heed in the day of battayll. ⁸ Let not the vngodly haue his desyre, O Lorde, let not hys mischeuous ymaginacyon prosper: lest they be to proude. Sela. ⁹ Let the mischefe of their awne lippes fall vpon the heed of them, that compasse me about. ¹⁰ Let hote burninge coales fall vpon them: let them be cast into the fyer and into the pyt: that they neuer ryse vp againe. ¹¹ A man full of wordes shal not prosper vpon the erth: euell shall hunte the wycked person, to ouerthrowe hym. ¹² Sure I am, that the Lorde wyll auenge the poore, and mainteyne the cause of the helpeles. ¹³ The righteous also shall geue thankes vnto thy name, and the iust shall contynue in thy syght.