1 Lord, save me from the evil man,
and from his pride and spite:
And from all those also who do
in violence delight.
2 Who ever more on me make war,
their tongues, lo, they have whet
Like serpents underneath their lips
is adders poison set.
3 Keep me, O Lord, from wicked hands,
preserve me to abide
Free from the cruel man that means
to cause my steps to slide.
4 The proud have laid a snare for me,
and they have spread a net
With cords in my path-way, and gins
for me also have set.
5 Therefore I said unto the Lord,
thou art my God alone,
Hear me therefore, O hear the voice
wherewith I pray and moan.
6 O Lord my God, thou only art
the strength that saveth me:
My head in day of battle hath
been cover'd still by thee.
7 Let not, O Lord, the wicked have
the end of his desire:
Perform not his ill thought, lest he
with pride be set on fire.
8 Of them that compass me about,
the chiefest of them all:
Lord, let the mischief of their lips,
upon their own heads fall.
9 Let coals fall on them, let them be
east in consuming flame:
And in deep pit, that never they
may rise out of the same.
10 For no backbiters shall on earth
be set in stable plight:
And evil to destruction still
shall hunt the cruel wight.
11 I know the Lord th' afflicted will
revenge, and judge the poor:
The just shall praise thy name, and shall
dwell with thee evermore.Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXL