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.
11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him,
12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor: and maintain the cause of the helpless.