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The Psalmes of David

The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait]

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Psal. 140. Eripe me Domine.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Psal. 140. Eripe me Domine.

Ad Præstantem, Psalmus Davidis.

1

The evill man, the violent,
from me, O Lord, keep farre:

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2

Whose heart on mischiefe wholly bent,
they daily gather warre.

3

They, like a Serpent, whet their tongue,
beneath their lips beare stings;
With Aspes fell poyson to be stung,
lesse deadly danger brings.

Selah.


4

Lord, keep me from the wicked hand,
and from the violent;
To thrust away my feet, which stand,
and study to prevent.

5

For me the proud have hid a snare,
with cords wide spread a net:
Way-laid my path at un-aware,
their grins for me have set.

Selah.


9

Thou to the Lord my God, I said,
to heare this voice of mine,
A suitor to thy grace for aide,
thine eare, O Lord, encline.

7

Lord God my strength, my strength to lead,
my saving health from harmes:
Thou sett'st the Helmet on my head,
upon the day of Armes.

8

Lord, wicked men encourage not,
nor grant them their desire,
O further not his crafty plot,
lest further they aspire.

Selah.


9

Upon my chiefest haters head,
that compasse me about,
A covering of their lips to spread,
let mischiefe marke them out.

10

Let burning coales on them descend;
hot fire on them let fall:
And into dungeons deep them send.
whence rise they never shall.

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11

A man of tongue shall never grow
establish't in the land:
But evill, to his overthrow,
shall hunt the griping hand.

12

I know, the Lord will Justice frame,
the poore opprest to quit:
The Just shall sure confesse thy Name,
the right, before thee sit.