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For the chief musician. A psalm of David.
Yahweh, rescue me from the wicked;
preserve me from violent men.
They plan evil in their hearts;
they cause battles every day.
Their tongues wound like serpents;
vipers' poison is on their lips.
Selah
Keep me from the hands of the wicked, Yahweh;
preserve me from violent men
who plan to knock me over.
The proud have set a trap for me;
they have spread a net;
they have set a snare for me.
Selah
I said to Yahweh, “You are my God;
listen to my cries for mercy.”
Yahweh, my Lord, you are powerfully able to save me;
you shield my head in the day of battle.
Yahweh, do not grant the desires of the wicked;
do not let their plots succeed.
Selah
Those who surround me raise their heads;
let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
10 Let burning coals fall on them;
throw them into the fire,
into bottomless pits, never more to rise.
11 May men of tongues not be made secure on the earth;
may evil hunt down the violent man to strike him dead.
12 I know that Yahweh will judge in favor of the afflicted,
and that he will give justice to the needy.
13 Surely the righteous people will give thanks to your name;
the upright people will live in your presence.