Psalm 56 Darby’s Translation

A Prayer of Trust

56 1  To the chief Musician. On Jonathelem-rechokim. Of David. Michtam; when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be gracious unto me, O God; for man would swallow me up: all the day long fighting he oppresseth me. 2  Mine enemies would swallow [me] up all the day long; for they are many that fight against me haughtily. 3  In the day that I am afraid, I will confide in thee. 4  In God will I praise his word, in God I put my confidence: I will not fear; what can flesh do unto me? 5  All the day long they wrest my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil. 6  They gather themselves together, they hide themselves; they mark my steps, because they wait for my soul. 7  Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God.

8  Thou countest my wanderings; put my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? 9  Then shall mine enemies return backward in the day when I call: this I know, for God is for me. 10  In God will I praise [his] word; in Jehovah will I praise [his] word. 11  In God have I put my confidence: I will not fear; what can man do unto me? 12  Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render thanks unto thee. 13  For thou hast delivered my soul from death; [wilt thou] not [keep] my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

Psalm 120 Darby’s Translation

A Prayer for Deliverance from Deceitfulness

120 1  In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me. 2  Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue. 3  What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue? 4  Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

5  Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 6  My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace. 7  I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

Psalm 140-142 Darby’s Translation

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A Prayer for Protection against Persecutors

140 1  To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Free me, O Jehovah, from the evil man; preserve me from the violent man: 2  Who devise mischiefs in [their] heart; every day are they banded together for war. 3  They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah. 4  Keep me, O Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked [man], preserve me from the violent man, who devise to overthrow my steps. 5  The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the way-side; they have set traps for me. Selah. 6  I have said unto Jehovah, Thou art my God: give ear, O Jehovah, to the voice of my supplications. 7  Jehovah, the Lord, is the strength of my salvation: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.

8  Grant not, O Jehovah, the desire of the wicked; further not his device: they would exalt themselves. Selah. 9  [As for] the head of those that encompass me, let the mischief of their own lips cover them. 10  Let burning coals fall on them; let them be cast into the fire; into deep waters, that they rise not up again. 11  Let not the man of [evil] tongue be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the man of violence to [his] ruin. 12  I know that Jehovah will maintain the cause of the afflicted one, the right of the needy. 13  Yea, the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name; the upright shall dwell in thy presence.

A Prayer for Preservation from Evil

141 1  Jehovah, I have called upon thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee. 2  Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening oblation. 3  Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips. 4  Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise deeds of wickedness with men that are workers of iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.

5  Let the righteous smite me, it is kindness; and let him reprove me, it is an excellent oil which my head shall not refuse: for yet my prayer also is [for them] in their calamities. 6  When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet. 7  Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. 8  For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute. 9  Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity. 10  Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal pass over.

A Prayer for Help in Trouble

142 1  An instruction of David; when he was in the cave: a prayer. I cry unto Jehovah with my voice: with my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication. 2  I pour out my plaint before him; I shew before him my trouble. 3  When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they hidden a snare for me.

4  Look on the right hand and see; there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul. 5  I cried unto thee, Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living. 6  Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I. 7  Bring my soul out of prison, that I may celebrate thy name. The righteous shall surround me, because thou dealest bountifully with me.

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