2 Who in their heart mischievous thingsare meditating ever;And they for war assembled arecontinually together.
3 Much like unto a serpent's tonguetheir tongues they sharp do make;And underneath their lips there liesthe poison of a snake.
4 Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,from vi'lent men me save;Who utterly to overthrowmy goings purpos'd have.
5 The proud for me a snare have hid,and cords; yea, they a netHave by the way-side for me spread;they gins for me have set.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou artmy God: unto the cryOf all my supplications,Lord, do thine ear apply.
7 O God the Lord, who art the strengthof my salvation:A cov'ring in the day of warmy head thou hast put on.
8 Unto the wicked man, O Lord,his wishes do not grant;Nor further thou his ill device,lest they themselves should vaunt.