1  Deliver me, O Lord, from evildoers ♦︎
   and protect me from the violent,
2  Who devise evil in their hearts ♦︎
   and stir up strife all the day long.
3  They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; ♦︎
   adder’s poison is under their lips.
4  Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; ♦︎
   protect me from the violent
      who seek to make me stumble.
5  The proud have laid a snare for me
      and spread out a net of cords; ♦︎
   they have set traps along my path.
6  I have said to the Lord, ‘You are my God; ♦︎
   listen, O Lord, to the voice of my supplication.
7  ‘O Lord God, the strength of my salvation, ♦︎
   you have covered my head in the day of battle.
8  ‘Do not grant the desires of the wicked, O Lord, ♦︎
   do not prosper their wicked plans.
9  ‘Let not those who surround me lift up their heads; ♦︎
   let the evil of their own lips fall upon them.
10  ‘Let hot burning coals rain upon them; ♦︎
   let them be cast into the depths, that they rise not again.’
11  No slanderer shall prosper on the earth, ♦︎
   and evil shall hunt down the violent to overthrow them.
12  I know that the Lord will bring justice for the oppressed ♦︎
   and maintain the cause of the needy.
13  Surely, the righteous will give thanks to your name, ♦︎
   and the upright shall dwell in your presence.

1  O Lord, I call to you; come to me quickly; ♦︎
   hear my voice when I cry to you.
2  Let my prayer rise before you as incense, ♦︎
   the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3  Set a watch before my mouth, O Lord, ♦︎
   and guard the door of my lips;
4  Let not my heart incline to any evil thing; ♦︎
   let me not be occupied in wickedness with evildoers,
      nor taste the pleasures of their table.
5  Let the righteous smite me in friendly rebuke;
      but let not the oil of the unrighteous anoint my head; ♦︎
   for my prayer is continually against their wicked deeds.
6  Let their rulers be overthrown in stony places; ♦︎
   then they may know that my words are sweet.
7  As when a plough turns over the earth in furrows, ♦︎
   let their bones be scattered at the mouth of the Pit.
8  But my eyes are turned to you, Lord God; ♦︎
   in you I take refuge; do not leave me defenceless.
9  Protect me from the snare which they have laid for me ♦︎
   and from the traps of the evildoers.
10  Let the wicked fall into their own nets, ♦︎
   while I pass by in safety.

1  I cry aloud to the Lord; ♦︎
   to the Lord I make my supplication.
2  I pour out my complaint before him ♦︎
   and tell him of my trouble.
3  When my spirit faints within me, you know my path; ♦︎
   in the way wherein I walk have they laid a snare for me.
4  I look to my right hand, and find no one who knows me; ♦︎
   I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for my soul.
5  I cry out to you, O Lord, and say: ♦︎
   ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
6  ‘Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low; ♦︎
   save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
7  ‘Bring my soul out of prison,
      that I may give thanks to your name; ♦︎
   when you have dealt bountifully with me,
      then shall the righteous gather around me.’