American Standard Version
Psalms 59
1Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: Set me on high from them that rise up against me. Share to feedTweet 2Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, And save me from the bloodthirsty men. Share to feedTweet 3For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul; The mighty gather themselves together against me: Not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Jehovah. Share to feedTweet 4They run and prepare themselves without my fault: Awake thou to help me, and behold. Share to feedTweet 5Even thou, O Jehovah God of hosts, the God of Israel, Arise to visit all the nations: Be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. [Selah Share to feedTweet 6They return at evening, they howl like a dog, And go round about the city. Share to feedTweet 7Behold, they belch out with their mouth; Swords are in their lips: For who, say they, doth hear? Share to feedTweet 8But thou, O Jehovah, wilt laugh at them; Thou wilt have all the nations in derision. Share to feedTweet 9Because ofhis strength I will give heed unto thee; For God is my high tower. Share to feedTweet 10My God with his lovingkindness will meet me: God will let me see my desire upon mine enemies. Share to feedTweet 11Slay them not, lest my people forget: Scatter them by thy power, and bring them down, O Lord our shield. Share to feedTweet 12Forthe sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, Let them even be taken in their pride, And for cursing and lying which they speak. Share to feedTweet 13Consume them in wrath, consume them, so that they shall be no more: And let them know that God ruleth in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. [Selah Share to feedTweet 14And at evening let them return, let them howl like a dog, And go round about the city. Share to feedTweet 15They shall wander up and down for food, And tarry all night if they be not satisfied. Share to feedTweet 16But I will sing of thy strength; Yea, I will sing aloud of thy lovingkindness in the morning: For thou hast been my high tower, And a refuge in the day of my distress. Share to feedTweet 17Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing praises: For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. Share to feedTweet