13h
May every evil eye upon me go blind, their sight clouded by their own malice. Let them stumble in shadows they once cast upon me.
May every tongue that whispers deceit against me falter, and may every word they speak return to them, heavy with consequence.
May every hand that rises to strike me fall, as if the heavens themselves reached down to correct the injustice. (Isaiah 54:17 – “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.”)
May every dark thought, every ill intention, every plan of envy be swallowed by its own darkness, leaving only emptiness behind.
Let the fire of their own greed and hatred consume them, while I stand untouched, calm, and unwavering.
May the Lord shield me from all harm, His light a fortress that no shadow can penetrate, His strength a wall around my spirit.
May every envy that seeks my downfall return to the sender, multiplied by the weight of their own wickedness.
Let justice rise quietly, unseen by the world, until it falls upon those who thought themselves safe.
May every plot and scheme they’ve crafted with cunning hands crumble, leaving them bewildered and powerless.
Let their voices, once loud with judgment, echo into silence, meaningless and hollow.
May every lie they’ve sown find no soil to grow, no hearts to nourish it, and return like thorns piercing their own hands.
May peace reign in my heart, unshaken by the storms they try to conjure, untainted by their attempts at ruin.
Let my spirit be steadfast, my mind sharp, my gaze unwavering, seeing all without faltering in justice or discernment.
May the heavens pour their righteousness upon those who intend harm, turning every arrow of malice into a lesson they cannot escape.
May the weight of their own arrogance and pride bind them, while I walk freely, untouchable, and serene.
May my steps be guided, my path clear, my decisions illuminated by wisdom that no envy can cloud.
Let every shadow they cast upon me fall back upon themselves, leaving them in darkness, blinded by their own folly.
May their schemes be exposed, their secrets revealed, and their intentions turned inward, as if the earth itself rejected their malice.
Let me rise above all harm, untouchable, protected, a living testament to patience, grace, and divine justice.
And in all of this, may I never thirst for vengeance, for the Lord Himself is my vindicator. May I remain strong, soft-spoken, yet unyielding, as every evil returns to the sender.
May every tongue that whispers deceit against me falter, and may every word they speak return to them, heavy with consequence.
May every hand that rises to strike me fall, as if the heavens themselves reached down to correct the injustice. (Isaiah 54:17 – “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.”)
May every dark thought, every ill intention, every plan of envy be swallowed by its own darkness, leaving only emptiness behind.
Let the fire of their own greed and hatred consume them, while I stand untouched, calm, and unwavering.
May the Lord shield me from all harm, His light a fortress that no shadow can penetrate, His strength a wall around my spirit.
May every envy that seeks my downfall return to the sender, multiplied by the weight of their own wickedness.
Let justice rise quietly, unseen by the world, until it falls upon those who thought themselves safe.
May every plot and scheme they’ve crafted with cunning hands crumble, leaving them bewildered and powerless.
Let their voices, once loud with judgment, echo into silence, meaningless and hollow.
May every lie they’ve sown find no soil to grow, no hearts to nourish it, and return like thorns piercing their own hands.
May peace reign in my heart, unshaken by the storms they try to conjure, untainted by their attempts at ruin.
Let my spirit be steadfast, my mind sharp, my gaze unwavering, seeing all without faltering in justice or discernment.
May the heavens pour their righteousness upon those who intend harm, turning every arrow of malice into a lesson they cannot escape.
May the weight of their own arrogance and pride bind them, while I walk freely, untouchable, and serene.
May my steps be guided, my path clear, my decisions illuminated by wisdom that no envy can cloud.
Let every shadow they cast upon me fall back upon themselves, leaving them in darkness, blinded by their own folly.
May their schemes be exposed, their secrets revealed, and their intentions turned inward, as if the earth itself rejected their malice.
Let me rise above all harm, untouchable, protected, a living testament to patience, grace, and divine justice.
And in all of this, may I never thirst for vengeance, for the Lord Himself is my vindicator. May I remain strong, soft-spoken, yet unyielding, as every evil returns to the sender.
