Psalm 139

Psalm.

1 To the head of the choir. Psalm of David.

2 Deliver me, O Lord, from the wicked man; keep me from the oppressor;

3 And they think evil things in their hearts, and every day they take up arms against war;

4 They sharpen their tongue like a serpent; the poison of the adder is under their mouths.

5 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked, keep me from oppressors, who plot to shake my feet.

6 The proud have hidden the snares for me, and the snares, and have spread their nets by the way, and have laid the nets for me.

7 And I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God; hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplications!

8 Lord, Lord, the power of my salvation! Thou didst cover my head in the day of battle.

9 Do not give, O Lord, what the wicked desire; do not let his evil plan succeed: they will become proud.

10 Let the evil of their own lips cover the heads of those around me.

11 Let burning coals fall upon them; let them be cast into the fire, into the abyss, so that they do not rise.

12 A man with evil tongues shall not be established on earth; evil will lead the oppressor to destruction.

13 I know that the Lord will bring justice to the oppressed, and justice to the poor.

E-14 So! the righteous shall glorify Thy name; the blameless shall dwell before Thee.

Psalm 140

Psalm of David.

1 Lord! I call upon Thee: Hasten unto me, hearken unto the voice of my supplication, when I call upon Thee.

2 Let my prayer be as incense before Thy face, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

3 Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth, and guard the doors of my mouth;

4 Do not let my heart turn away to evil words to excuse sinful deeds together with men who do iniquity, and let me not eat of their sweetness.

5 Let the righteous chasten me: this is mercy; let him rebuke me: it is the best oil, which will not hurt my head; but my supplications are against their wickedness.

6 Their leaders are scattered on the cliffs, and hear my words that they are meek.

7 As if the earth were being split and crushed in pieces; Our bones are crumbling in the jaws of hell.

8 But to thee, O Lord, O Lord, my eyes are unto thee; in Thee I trust, cast not away my soul!

9 Keep me from the snares set for me, from the snares of the wicked.

10 The wicked shall fall into their nets, but I will pass over.