5 The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity. The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
And, having watched `him', they sent forth liers in wait, feigning themselves to be righteous, that they might take hold of his word, to deliver him up to the rule and to the authority of the governor, and they questioned him, saying, `Teacher, we have known that thou dost say and teach rightly, and dost not accept a person, but in truth the way of God dost teach; Is it lawful to us to give tribute to Caesar or not?' And he, having perceived their craftiness, said unto them, `Why me do ye tempt?
Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt, Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!
Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me. From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me. Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride: `Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land. His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places. Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' `are' all his devices. Pain do his ways at all times, On high `are' Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them. He hath said in his heart, `I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil. Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue `is' perverseness and iniquity, He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly, He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net. He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted. He said in his heart, `God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.' Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.
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Commentary on Psalms 140 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 140
This and the four following psalms are much of a piece, and the scope of them the same with many that we met with in the beginning and middle of the book of Psalms, though with but few of late. They were penned by David (as it should seem) when he was persecuted by Saul; one of them is said to be his "prayer when he was in the cave,' and it is probable that all the rest were penned about the same time. In this psalm,
To the chief musician. A psalm of David.
Psa 140:1-7
In this, as in other things, David was a type of Christ, that he suffered before he reigned, was humbled before he was exalted, and that as there were many who loved and valued him, and sought to do him honour, so there were many who hated and envied him, and sought to do him mischief, as appears by these verses, where,
Psa 140:8-13
Here is the believing foresight David had,