Psalms 140

A Prayer for Deliverance

1 Lord, rescue me from the evil dude; Keep me from the violent dude,

2 Who cook up evil in their hearts; They always get together for war.

3 They sharpened their tongue like a serpent; The poison of a cobra is under their lips.

4 Lord, keep me from the hands of the wicked; Keep me from the violent dude, Who planned to trip up my steps.

5 The proud hid a net for me and ropes; They spread a net by the path; They set traps for me.

A Confession of Trust

6 I said to the Lord, “You are my God; Listen, Lord, to my prayer.”

7 Lord God, the strength of my rescue, You covered my head on the day of battle.

8 Lord, do not give the wicked dude what he wants; Do not make his plan work, So they do not get proud.

A Final Plea for Justice

9 As for the heads of those who surround me, Let the trouble of their own lips cover them.

10 Let hot coals fall on them; Let them be thrown into the fire, Into deep pits, so they do not get up again.

11 Do not let a dude with a bad tongue be set up on earth; Let evil chase the violent dude fast.

12 I know that the Lord will do right by the needy, And justice for the broke.

13 For sure, the righteous will thank Your name; The straight-up will live in front of You.