📖 Psalms 140
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Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men.
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Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
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They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
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Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
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The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
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Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
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O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.
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Let not ye vngodly haue his desyre (o LORDE) let him not haue his purpose, lest they be to proude.
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Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.
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Let hote burnynge coales fall vpo the, let the be cast in to the fyre, and in to the pytt, that they neuer ryse vp agayne.
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A man full of wordes shal not prospere vpon earth: a malicious & wicked person shal be hunted awaye and destroyed.
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Sure I am, that the LORDE wil auenge the poore, and manteyne the cause of the helplesse.
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The rightuous also shal geue thakes vnto thy name, & the iust shal continue in thy sight.