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Psalm 140: Lord, from the ill and froward man
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P171 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, from the ill and froward man Lyrics:
1Lord, from the ill and froward man
give me deliverance,
And do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:
2Who in their heart mischievous things
are meditating ever;
And they for war assembled are
continually together.
3Much like unto a serpent’s tongue
their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.
4Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,
from vi’lent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
my goings purpos’d have.
5The proud for me a snare have hid,
and cords; yea, they a net
Have by the way-side for me spread;
they gins for me have set.
6I said unto the Lord, Thou art
my God: unto the cry
Of all my supplications,
Lord, do thine ear apply.
7O God the Lord, who art the strength
of my salvation:
A cov’ring in the day of war
my head thou hast put on.
8Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
Nor further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves should vaunt.
9As for the head and chief of those
about that compass me,
Ev’n by the mischief of their lips
let thou them cover’d be.
10Let burning coals upon them fall,
them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
may rise out of the same.
11Let not an evil speaker be
on earth established:
Mischief shall hunt the vi’lent man,
till he be ruined.
12I know God will th’ afflicted’s cause
maintain, and poor men’s right.
13Surely the just shall praise thy name;
th’ upright dwell in thy sight.
Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English
Psalm 140: Lord, from the ill and froward man
Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3686 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, from the ill and froward man
Give me deliverance,
And do Thou safe preserve me from
The man of violence:
2. Who in their heart mischievous things
Are meditating e’er;
And they for war assembled are
Continually together.
3. Much like unto a serpent’s tongue
Their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
The poison of a snake.
4. Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,
From violent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
My goings purposed have.
5. The proud for me a snare have hid,
And cords; yea, they a net
Have by the wayside for me spread;
They gins for me have set.
6. I said unto the Lord, Thou art
My God: unto the cry
Of all my supplications,
Lord, do Thine ear apply.
7. O God the Lord, who art the strength
Of my salvation:
A cov’ring in the day of war
My head Thou hast put on.
8. Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
His wishes do not grant;
Nor further Thou his ill device,
Lest they themselves should vaunt.
9. As for the head and chief of those
About that compass me,
E’en by the mischief of their lips
Let Thou them covered be.
10. Let burning coals upon them fall,
Them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
May rise out of the same.
11. Let not an evil speaker be
On earth establishèd:
Mischief shall hunt the violent man,
Till he be ruinèd.
12. I know God will th’afflicted’s cause
Maintain, and poor men’s right.
Surely the just shall praise Thy name;
Th’upright dwell in Thy sight. Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P140 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, from the ill and froward man
give me deliverance,
and do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:
2 who in their heart things mischievous
do meditate away:
and they for war together are
assembled every day.
3 Even like unto a serpent’s tongue
their tongues they sharp do make;
and underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.
4 Lord, keep me from the wicked’s hands,
from violent men me save;
who utterly to overthrow
my goings purposed have.
5 The proud have hid a snare and cords,
for me have spread a net;
close by the path they have it spread;
and gins for me have set.
6 Then to the Lord thus did I say,
My God art thou, O Lord;
then hear my supplication's voice,
and help to me afford.
7 Jehovah, Lord, thou who the strength
of my salvation art,
thou to my head in day of war
protection dost impart.
8 Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
nor further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves should vaunt.
9 As for the head of those that do
about encompass me,
even by the mischief of their lips
let thou them covered be.
10 Let burning coals upon them fall,
them cast into the flame,
and pits so deep, that they no more
may rise out of the same.
11 A man of evil tongue shall not
on earth established be:
mischief shall hunt the violent
and waste him utterly.
12 The Lord, I know, will judge the poor,
maintain the afflicted's right.
13 The righteous shall extol thy name:
the just dwell in thy sight. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English Tune Title: NORWICH
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Hymnal: The Psalms of David, in Metre #d57 (1849)
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #140a (1865)
Lord, from the ill and froward man
Psalm 140
Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #140 (2023) First Line: Lord, from the ill and froward man Lyrics: 1 Lord, from the ill and froward man
give me deliverance,
And do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:
2 Who in their heart mischievous things
are meditating ever;
And they for war assembled are
continually together.
3 Much like unto a serpent's tongue
their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.
4 Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,
from vi'lent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
my goings purposed have.
5 The proud for me a snare have hid,
and cords; yea, they a net
Have by the way-side for me spread;
they gins for me have set.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art
my God: unto the cry
Of all my supplicätions,
Lord, do thine ear apply.
7 O God the Lord, who art the strength
of my salvätion:
A cov'ring in the day of war
my head thou hast put on.
8 Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
Nor further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves should vaunt.
9 As for the head and chief of those
about that compass me,
Ev'n by the mischief of their lips
let thou them covered be.
10 Let burning coals upon them fall,
them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
may rise out of the same.
11 Let not an evil speaker be
on earth establishèd:
Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man,
till he be ruinèd.
12 I know God will th' afflicted's cause
maintain, and poor men's right.
13 Surely the just shall praise thy name;
th' upright dwell in thy sight. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English
Psalm 140
