Deliver me from evil, violent people, Those who plan destruction in their hearts. Every day they gather war around me; Their tongues are sharpened like a serpent. Keep me, Lord, from wicked hands. Guard my steps from proud men's snares. They have hidden cords beside the pathway, But I place my cause within Your care. Let the evil of their lips surround them; Let no violent man become established. Burning coals and pits will meet oppression; Trouble hunts the cruel to overthrow. The Lord maintains the cause of the afflicted. The upright will dwell before His face.