Ketuvim
Tehillim140
Psalms · Chapter 140
Deliver me, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
Which imagine mischiefs in
their heart; continually are they gathered together
for war.
They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders’ poison
is under their lips. Selah.
Keep me, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
I said unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), Thou
art my Elohim: hear the voice of my supplications, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
O Elohim the master, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
Grant not, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device;
lest they exalt themselves. Selah.
As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow
him.
I know that 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) will maintain the cause of the afflicted,
and the right of the poor.
Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
Ketuvim
Tehillim141
Psalms · Chapter 141
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
Let my prayer be set forth before thee
as incense;
and
the lifting up of my hands
as the evening sacrifice.
Set a watch, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Incline not my heart to
any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Let the righteous smite me;
it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me;
it shall be an excellent oil,
which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also
shall be in their calamities.
When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth
wood upon the earth.
But mine eyes
are unto thee, O Elohim the master: in thee is my trust; leave not my nephesh destitute.
Keep me from the snares
which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Ketuvim
Tehillim142
Psalms · Chapter 142
I cried unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) with my voice; with my voice unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked on
my right hand, and beheld, but
there was
no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my nephesh.
I cried unto thee, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH): I said, Thou
art my refuge
and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
Bring my nephesh out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.