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letra de psalm 140 - poor bishop hooper

deliver me
o lord, from evil men
preserve me from the violent
who plan evil things in their heart
and stir up wars, they make their tongue sharp
as a serpent, and under their lips is venom

guard me
o lord, from wicked hands
preserve me from the violent
who have planned to trip up my feet
the arrogant have hidden a trap for me
with cords they have spread a net
beside the way that they have set

i say to the lord, you’re my god
give ear to the voice of my cry
o lord, the strength of my salvation
you cover my head on the battle day

as for those who surround me
let the mischief of their lips be overwhelming
may burning coals fall on them
may them be cast to fire and pits
let no liar in the land
and let evil hunt down the violent man
the lord will maintain the afflicted
he’ll give justice to the poor
the righteous will give thanks to your name
and the upright will dwell in your presence
the lord will maintain the afflicted
he’ll give justice to the poor
the righteous will give thanks to your name
and the upright will dwell in your presence

- poor bishop hooper

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