me.

10 If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me: then shall
my night be turned to day.

11 Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is
as clear as the day: the darkness and light to thee are both alike.

12 For my reins are thine: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully
made: marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

14 My bones are not hid from thee: though I be made secretly, and
fashioned beneath in the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect: and in thy
book were all my members written;

16 Which day by day were fashioned: when as yet there was none of
them.

17 How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God: O how great is the
sum of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: when I
wake up I am present with thee.

19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God: depart from me, ye
blood-thirsty men.

20 For they speak unrighteously against thee: and thine enemies take
thy Name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee: and am not I grieved
with those that rise up against thee?

22 Yea, I hate them right sore: even as though they were mine
enemies.

23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart: prove me, and
examine my thoughts.

24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me: and lead me
in the way everlasting.

PSALM 140. _Eripe me, Domine_.

Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: and preserve me from the
wicked man.

2 Who imagine mischief 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 Wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad
with cords: yea, and set traps in my way.

6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my
prayers, O Lord.

7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health: thou hast covered my
head in the day of battle.

8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord: let not his
mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.

9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them:
that compass me about.

10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the
fire and into the pit, that they never rise up again.

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