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Eripe me, Domine

1  Deliver me, O Lord, from evildoers, *
and preserve me from the violent,
2  Who imagine evil in their hearts *
and stir up strife all the day long.
3  They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; *
adders’ poison is under their lips.
4  Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly; *
preserve me from the violent, who have purposed 
to overthrow my steps.
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5  The proud have laid a snare for me and spread out a net
  with cords; *
they have set traps in my way.
6  I said unto the Lord, “You are my God; *
hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.”
7  O Lord God, the strength of my salvation, *
you have covered my head in the day of battle.
8  Let not the ungodly have their desire, O Lord; *
let not their evil imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.
9  Let not those who encompass me lift up their heads; *
let the evil of their own lips consume them.
10  Let hot burning coals fall upon them; *
let them be cast into the fire and into the pit, that they 
may never rise up again.
11  A slanderer shall not prosper upon the earth; *
evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
12  I am sure that the Lord will avenge the poor *
and maintain the cause of the helpless.
13  Surely, the righteous shall give thanks unto your Name, *
and the just shall continue in your sight.