Psalm 140
Eripe me, Domine
DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil man : and preserve me from the wicked man.
2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts : and stir up strife all the day long.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent : adders’ poison is under their lips.
4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly : preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords : yea, and set traps in my way.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God : hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.
7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health : thou hast covered my head in the day of the battle.
8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord : let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.
9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them : that compass me about.
10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them : let them be cast into the fire and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth : evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor : and maintain the cause of the helpless.
13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name : and the just shall continue in thy sight.
See also the translation of this Psalm in The Authorized Version and the rhyming and metrical translation by Tate and Brady.