В русской Псалтири это 139 псалом.
Rescue me, o Lord, from the evil
And preserve from the violence too.
From the violent men who hurts me, a believer,
And stirs up wars to darkening sky blue.
They make their tongues as sharp as a serpent's,
And the poison of vipers is on their lips.
Keep me safe from the hands of the wicked that resurgents
And from those who's making me different trips.
The arrogant've hidden a snare and spread out
The cords of their net to catch me in this trap.
I say to the Lord: "You're my God, hear me out,
Have mercy on me and guard every my step".
O Lord, Sovereign of the world, my Deliverer,
You shield in the battle my head every day.
Don't grant, o my Lord, the wicked that endeavour,
Don't let their plans be barrier on my way.
And those who surround me rear their heads,
So may the mischief of their lips engulf them,
And may burning coals fall on them, and in dreads
They will be on fire, won't rising again.
May slanderers not be established in terra,
Disaster will kill them, when their time comes.
But God will continue the righteous' era,
They will sing the Glory to You during chimes.
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