Psalm
140 Friday Midday 4
Rescue me, Yahweh, from the
evil man; * from the violent character protect me,
for they plan evil things in their hearts, * and all day long
think of war.
They sharpen their tongue like a serpent; * viper's venom is
under their lips.
Guard me, Yahweh, from the hands of the wicked; * from the
violent character protect me.
Because they plan to trip my feet, * the presumptuous have
hidden a trap for me.
Terrorists have spread out a net, * and put snares for me at
the edge of the path.
I said, “Yahweh, you are my God; * listen, Yahweh, to my
plea for mercy.
Yahweh, my Lord, my fortress of safety, * shelter me on
the day of battle!”
Yahweh, do not grant the wishes of the wicked; * do not
promote his evil design, Exalted.
The mischief-makers who surround me) * may the poison of
their lips drown them!
May he heap hot coals on them, * plunge them into the Fire, *
let them not rise from the mud pit.
The man with a tongue: * may he find nowhere to settle!
The man of violence: * may the Evil One hunt him into Exile!
I know that Yahweh will maintain * the cause of the persecuted,
the rights of the poor.
The just will certainly
praise your Name; * the upright will dwell before your face.
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