Deliver me, O Lord, from evil’s hand,
From violent men, their cruel designs restrain.
They plot my fall, their tongues like serpents’ band,
Their lips conceal the poison of their pain.
Keep me, O Lord, from wicked hands that strike,
Their snares to trip my feet, their traps to bind.
I say, “Thou art my God,” my help I seek,
Thy mercy, Lord, my shield, my strength divine.
Let not the proud prevail, their schemes fulfill,
Their evil turn, like slingstones, on their head.
Let burning coals their slanderous tongues distill,
In pits of fire, no rising from the dead.
The just shall thank Thee, dwell before Thy face,
The upright find Thy favor’s boundless grace.
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