Psalms.
Chapter 139.
Unto the end, a psalm for David. 
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. 
