⁰To the choirmaster. A psalm of David.

¹Pull me free, Yahweh, from the man evil; from the man of violence keep me.

²those who devised evils in the heart; all day they stir up wars.

³They sharpen their tongue like a snake; the venom of a viper is under their lips. Selah.

⁴Keep me, Yahweh, from the hands of the wicked; from the man of violence guard me, those who have planned to trip up my footsteps.

⁵The arrogant have hidden a trap for me, and ropes; they have spread a net; at the side of the track they have set snares for me. Selah.

⁶I said to Yahweh, You are my God; give ear, Yahweh, to the sound of my pleas.

⁷O Yahweh, O Lord, the strength of my deliverance, you have covered my head in the day of weapons.

⁸Do not grant, Yahweh, the desires of the wicked; do not further his plot, lest they rise high. Selah.

⁹As for the head of those who surround me, may the mischief of their lips cover them.

¹⁰Coals will be shaken over them; in the fire he will make them fall, in deep pits, they will not rise.

¹¹A man of tongue will not be established in the land; evil will hunt the man of violence to ruin.

¹²I know that Yahweh will carry out the cause of the poor, and the justice due the needy.

¹³Only the righteous will give thanks to your name; the upright will dwell before your face.