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56 Be merciful unto me, O God, for man would swallow me up; he, fighting daily, oppresseth me.

Mine enemies would daily swallow me up, for they are many that fight against me, O Thou Most High.

In the time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.

In God I will praise His word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.

Every day they wrest my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.

They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps as they lie in wait for my soul.

Shall they escape by iniquity? In Thine anger cast down the people, O God.

Thou countest my wanderings; put Thou my tears into Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?

When I cry unto Thee, then shall mine enemies turn back! This I know, for God is for me.

10 In God will I praise His word; in the Lord will I praise His word.

11 In God have I put my trust; I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

12 Thy vows are upon me, O God; I will render praises unto Thee.

13 For Thou hast delivered my soul from death; wilt Thou not deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

120 In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and He heard me.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given unto thee, or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper!

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

140 Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man; preserve me from the violent man,

who imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders’ poison is under their lips. Selah

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man, who has purposed to overthrow my goings.

The proud have hid a snare for me, and with cords they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set traps for me. Selah

I said unto the Lord, “Thou art my God; hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord.

O God the Lord, the strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.

Grant not, O Lord, the desires of the wicked; further not his wicked device, lest they exalt themselves. Selah

“As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.

10 Let burning coals fall upon them; let them be cast into the fire, into deep pits, that they rise not up again.

11 Let not an evil speaker be established on the earth; evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.”

12 I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted and the right of the poor.

13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto Thy name; the upright shall dwell in Thy presence.

141 Lord, I cry unto Thee! Make haste unto me! Give ear unto my voice when I cry unto Thee.

Let my prayer be set before Thee as incense, and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.

Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.

Let the righteous smite me: it shall be a kindness. And let him reprove me: it shall be as an excellent oil, which shall not break my head; for yet my prayer shall be with them in their calamities.

When their judges are overthrown onto stony places, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

But mine eyes are unto Thee, O God the Lord; in Thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the traps of the workers of iniquity.

10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst I thereupon escape.

142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before Him; I laid before Him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand and beheld, but there was no man that would know me. Refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto Thee, O Lord; I said, “Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Thy name; the righteous shall compass me about, for Thou shalt deal bountifully with me.”