Psalms 141:9
Kepe me from the snare which they haue layde foorth for me: and from the trappes of them that be workers of iniquitie.
Kepe me from the snare which they haue layde foorth for me: and from the trappes of them that be workers of iniquitie.
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10Let the vngodly fall together into their owne nettes: but let me in the meane season alwayes escape them.
4Kepe me O God from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the outragious man, who haue deuised to thrust my feete from me.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.
110The vngodly haue layde a snare for me: but yet I swarued not from thy commaundementes.
8For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
2Hyde me from the secrete counsayles of the malitious: from the conspiracie of the workers of iniquitie.
8Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges: from the face of the vngodly that go about to destroy me, from myne enemies that compasse me rounde about to take away my soule.
9They haue inclosed them selues in their owne fat: with their mouth they speake proude thynges.
8For his feete are taken as it were in the net, & he walketh vpon the snares.
9The grinne shall take him by the heele, and it shall catche him that is thirstie of blood.
10The snare is layde for him in the grounde, and a pitfall in the way.
15Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
6They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
4Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
9Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
1To the chiefe musition, destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when Saul sent, and they did watch the house to kill him. Deliuer me from myne enemies O Lorde: defende me fro them that rise vp against me.
2Deliuer me from the workers of iniquitie: and saue me from the blood thirstie men.
3For lo, they lye in wayte for my soule: men of power are gathered together against me who haue committed no wickednes nor fault O God.
22Let the noyse be hearde out of their houses when thou bryngest the murtherer sodaynly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and layde snares for my feete.
3Take me not away with the vngodlye, and with the workers of iniquitie: whiche speake of peace to their neighbours, but mischiefe is in their heartes.
26For among my people are found wicked persons, that priuily lay snares and wayte for men, to take them and destroy them.
7For without a cause they haue priuily layde for me a pit full of their nettes: without a cause they haue made a digyng vnto my soule.
8Let a sodayne destruction come vpon hym vnawares: and his net that he hath layde priuily catch hym selfe, let him fall into it with his owne destruction.
15The Heathen are sunke downe into the pit that they made: their owne foote is snared in the same net whiche they had layde priuily for other.
6They flocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule.
12They also that sought after my lyfe layde snares for me: and they that went about to do me euyll, talked of wickednesse, and imagined deceipt all the day long.
22Let their table be as a snare before them: and in steade of aboundaunce of peace, let it be a meanes of destruction.
4Delyuer me O my Lorde out of the hande of the vngodly: out of the hande of the vnryghteous and cruell man.
10Therefore art thou compassed about with snares, & sodenly vexed with feare.
4As touchyng other mens workes: through the wordes of thy lyppes I haue kept me from the way of the violent.
5O holde thou vp my goynges in thy pathes: that my footesteppes slyp not.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
1The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
9Let the labour of his owne lippe couer him: who is head of them that compasse me about.
10For myne enemies speake against me: and they that lay awayte for my soule take their counsayle together.
7Our soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of the fouler: the snare is broken, and we be escaped.
1To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me O God from the euyll man: and preserue me from the outragious man.
1Siggaion of Dauid, whiche he song vnto God in the busines of Chus, the sonne of Iemini. O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me.
17But as in vayne, the nette is layde foorth before the birdes eyes:
18So these lay wayte for the blood of them, and lye priuily for their liues.
2ridde me and deliuer me in thy ryghteousnesse, incline thine eare vnto me, and saue me.
20O kepe my soule and deliuer me, lest I shalbe confounded: for I haue put my trust in thee.
13Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous sinnes let them not raigne ouer me: so I shall be perfect & voyde from all haynous offence.
5The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me.
14Take me out of the myre, that I sincke not: oh let me be delyuered from them that hate me, & out of the deepe waters.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
5Saue thy self as a Doe from the hand of the hunter and as a byrde from the hande of the fouler.
9He lieth in wayte lurking as a Lion in his denne: he lyeth in wayte lurkyng, that he may violently carry away the afflicted, he doth carry away violentlye the afflicted, in halyng hym into his net.
4Inclyne not myne heart to any euyll thyng, wherby I myght commit any vngodly act with men that be workers of iniquitie: and let me not eate of their delicates.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.