Psalm 142

Deliver Me, O Lord, from Evil Men

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

140  yDeliver me, O Lord, from evil men;

preserve me from zviolent men,

who plan evil things in their heart

and astir up wars continually.

They make btheir tongue sharp as ca serpent's,

and dunder their lips is the evenom of asps. Selah

Guard me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;

preserve me from zviolent men,

who have planned to trip up my feet.

The arrogant have fhidden a trap for me,

and with cords they have spread ga net;1

beside the way they have set hsnares for me. Selah

iI say to the Lord, You are my God;

give ear to jthe voice of my pleas for mercy, O Lord!

O Lord, my Lord, kthe strength of my salvation,

you have covered my head in the day of battle.

lGrant not, O Lord, the desires of the wicked;

do not further their2 evil plot, or mthey will be exalted! Selah

As for the head of those who surround me,

let nthe mischief of their lips overwhelm them!

10  Let oburning coals fall upon them!

Let them be cast into fire,

into miry pits, no more to rise!

11  Let not the slanderer be established in the land;

let evil hunt down the violent man speedily!

12  I know that the Lord will pmaintain the cause of the afflicted,

and qwill execute justice for the needy.

13  Surely rthe righteous shall give thanks to your name;

sthe upright shall dwell in your presence.

Give Ear to My Voice

A Psalm of David.

141  O Lord, I call upon you; thasten to me!

Give ear to my voice when I call to you!

Let umy prayer be counted as incense before you,

and vthe lifting up of my hands as wthe evening sacrifice!

xSet a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;

ykeep watch over the door of my lips!

zDo not let my heart incline to any evil,

to busy myself with wicked deeds

in company with men who awork iniquity,

and blet me not eat of their delicacies!

cLet a righteous man strike meit is a kindness;

let him rebuke meit is oil for my head;

let my head not refuse it.

Yet dmy prayer is continually against their evil deeds.

When their judges are ethrown over the cliff,1

then they shall hear my words, for they are pleasant.

As when one plows and breaks up the earth,

so shall our bones fbe scattered at the mouth of Sheol.2

But gmy eyes are toward you, O God, my Lord;

hin you I seek refuge; leave me not defenseless!3

Keep me from ithe trap that they have laid for me

and from the snares of evildoers!

10  Let the wicked jfall into their own nets,

while I pass by safely.

You Are My Refuge

A Maskil1 of David, when he was in kthe cave. A Prayer.

142  With my voice I lcry out to the Lord;

with my voice I mplead for mercy to the Lord.

I npour out my complaint before him;

I tell my trouble before him.

When my spirit ofaints within me,

you know my way!

In the path where I walk

they have phidden a trap for me.

qLook to the rright and see:

sthere is none who takes notice of me;

tno refuge remains to me;

no one cares for my soul.

I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, You are my urefuge,

my vportion in wthe land of the living.

xAttend to my cry,

for yI am brought very low!

Deliver me from my persecutors,

zfor they are too strong for me!

aBring me out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name!

The righteous will surround me,

for you will bdeal bountifully with me.

My Soul Thirsts for You

A Psalm of David.

143  Hear my prayer, O Lord;

cgive ear to my pleas for mercy!

In your dfaithfulness answer me, in your drighteousness!

eEnter not into judgment with your servant,

for no one living is righteous fbefore you.

For the enemy has pursued my soul;

ghe has crushed my life to the ground;

hhe has made me sit in darkness like those long dead.

Therefore my spirit ifaints within me;

my heart within me is appalled.

jI remember the days of old;

kI meditate on all that you have done;

I ponder the work of your hands.

lI stretch out my hands to you;

mmy soul thirsts for you like na parched land. Selah

oAnswer me quickly, O Lord!

pMy spirit fails!

qHide not your face from me,

rlest I be like those who go down to the pit.

sLet me hear in the morning of your steadfast love,

for in you I ttrust.

uMake me know the way I should go,

vfor to you I lift up my soul.

wDeliver me from my enemies, O Lord!

I have fled to you for refuge.1

10  xTeach me to do your will,

for you are my God!

yLet your good Spirit zlead me

on alevel ground!

11  bFor your name's sake, O Lord, cpreserve my life!

In your righteousness dbring my soul out of trouble!

12  And in your steadfast love you will ecut off my enemies,

and you will destroy all the adversaries of my soul,

for I am your fservant.

My Rock and My Fortress

Of David.

144  Blessed be the Lord, my grock,

hwho trains my hands for war,

and my fingers for battle;

he is my isteadfast love and my jfortress,

my kstronghold and my deliverer,

my lshield and he in whom I take refuge,

who msubdues peoples1 under me.

O Lord, nwhat is man that you oregard him,

or the son of man that you think of him?

pMan is like a breath;

his days are like qa passing rshadow.

sBow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!

tTouch the mountains so that they smoke!

uFlash forth the lightning and scatter them;

usend out your arrows and rout them!

vStretch out your hand from on high;

wrescue me and deliver me from the many waters,

from the hand xof foreigners,

whose mouths speak ylies

and whose right hand is za right hand of falsehood.

I will sing aa new song to you, O God;

upon aa ten-stringed harp I will play to you,

10  who gives victory to kings,

who brescues David his servant from the cruel sword.

11  Rescue me and deliver me

from the hand xof foreigners,

whose mouths speak ylies

and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

12  May our sons in their youth

be like cplants full grown,

our daughters like dcorner pillars

cut for the structure of a palace;

13  emay our granaries be full,

fproviding all kinds of produce;

may our sheep bring forth thousands

and ten thousands in our fields;

14  may our cattle be heavy with young,

suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;2

may there be no gcry of distress in our streets!

15  hBlessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!

iBlessed are the people whose God is the Lord!