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¹ Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men.² Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.³ They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.⁴ Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.⁵ The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.⁶ Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.⁷ O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.

⁸ Let not ye vngodly haue his desyre (o LORDE) let him not haue his purpose, lest they be to proude.⁹ Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.¹⁰ Let hote burnynge coales fall vpo the, let the be cast in to the fyre, and in to the pytt, that they neuer ryse vp agayne.¹¹ A man full of wordes shal not prospere vpon earth: a malicious & wicked person shal be hunted awaye and destroyed.¹² Sure I am, that the LORDE wil auenge the poore, and manteyne the cause of the helplesse.¹³ The rightuous also shal geue thakes vnto thy name, & the iust shal continue in thy sight.