Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man.
Preserve me from the violent man.
Who imagines mischief in his heart.
He hath sharpened his tongue like a serpent. Adders' poison is under his
lips.
Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked. Preserve me from the
violent man, who hath purposed to overthrow my goings.
He hath hid a snare for me. He hath spread a net by the way-side. He
hath set gins for me in the way wherein I walked.
Keep me from the snares which he hath laid for me, and the gins of this
worker of iniquity.
The enemy hath persecuted my soul. He hath smitten my life down to the
ground. He hath made me dwell in darkness, as those that have been long
dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is
desolate.
Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble.
For my days are consumed like smoke: and my bones are burnt as the
hearth.
My heart is smitten and withered like grass: so that I forget to eat my
bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my skin.