Psalm 140:2

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Who in their heart mischievous things are meditating ever; And they for war assembled are continually together.

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They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps, waiting my soul to kill.

He mischief, lying on his bed, most cunningly doth plot: He sets himself in ways not good, ill he abhorreth not.

I am for peace; but when I speak, for battle they are keen.

How long will ye against a man plot mischief? ye shall all Be slain; ye as a tott'ring fence shall be, and bowing wall.

Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.

For they beyond their might 'gainst thee did plot mischief and wrong.

For, lo, they for my soul lay wait: the mighty do combine Against me, Lord; not for my fault, nor any sin of mine.