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Rescue me, Lord, from evildoers
Protect me from the violent
Who devise evil plans in their hearts
And stir up war every day and night

They make their tongues as sharp as a serpent’s
The poison of vipers is on their lips
Keep me safe, Lord, from the hands of the wicked
Protect me from the violent, who devise ways to trip my feet

The arrogant have hidden a snare for me
They have spread out the cords of their net
And have set traps for me along my path
Making evil with no regrets

I say to the Lord, “You are my God”
Hear, Lord, for mercy I cry
Sovereign Lord, my strong deliverer
You shield my head in the battle’s day

Do not grant the wicked their desires, Lord
Do not let their plans succeed
Those who surround me proudly rear their heads
May the mischief of their lips engulf them and their sinful deeds

May burning coals fall on them
May they be thrown into the fire
Into miry pits, never to rise
Where there is no mercy and desire

May slanderers not be established in the land
May disaster hunt down the violent
I know that the Lord secures justice for the poor
And upholds the cause of the needy till the end

Surely the righteous will praise Your name
And the upright will live in Your presence
Praise be to the Lord Almighty
Praise be to the Lord - the Life essence