1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
2 Which imagine mischiefs in
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders’ poison
4 Keep me, O
5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
6 I said unto the
7 O
8 Grant not, O
9 As for
10 Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
11 Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow
12 I know that the
13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.