To the chief singer.
A psalm, of Dawiḏ.

1 Rescue me, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, from men of evil;
Preserve me from men of violence,

2 Who have devised evils in their hearts;
They stir up conflicts all day long.

3 They sharpen their tongues like a snake;
The poison of cobras is under their lips. Selah.

4 Guard me, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, from the hands of the wicked;
Guard me from a man of violence,
Who have schemed to trip up my steps.

5 The proud have hidden a trap for me, and cords;
They have spread a net by the wayside;
They have laid snares for me. Selah.

6 I said to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, “You are my Ĕl;
Hear the voice of my prayers, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄.

7 “O Aḏonai 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, my saving strength,
You have covered my head in the day of battle.

8 “Do not grant the desires of the wicked, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄;
Do not promote his scheme. Selah.

9 “Those who surround me lift up their head;
The trouble of their lips cover them;

10 “Let burning coals fall on them;
Let them be made to fall into the fire,
Into deep pits, let them not rise again.

11 “Let not a slanderer be established in the earth;
Let evil capture the man of violence speedily.”

12 I have known that 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 maintains
The cause of the afflicted,
The right-ruling of the poor.

13 Only, let the righteous give thanks to Your Name,
Let the straight ones dwell in Your presence.