O Lord, deliver me from men with evil hearts
Whose poisoned words and wicked plots
Like snakes, poise for attack.

O Lord, protect my life from all their traps and snares
They plan to cause my feet to trip
And spread a net for me.

O Lord, You are my God, now hear my desp’rate plea
My Strength, Protector of my head
Don’t let their scheme succeed.

May all who plot my doom be thrown into the fire
Or into pits never to rise
O’ercome by their own sin.

O Lord, maintain the cause of all who are oppressed
Surely the righteous will give thanks
And live with You for e’er.

© J Dan Small