To the chief musician, a psalm of David.{HR}God of my praise, be not silent.
For [the] mouth of [the] wicked one{HR}And [the] mouth of deceit are opened against me:{HR}They have spoken against me with a lying tongue.
And [with] words of hatred they have surrounded me{HR}And have fought against me without cause.
For my love they are mine adversaries,{HR}And I [am for] prayer.
And they set upon me evil for good,{HR}And hatred for my love.
Appoint over him a wicked one,{HR}And let an adversary stand at his right hand.
When he is judged, let him go out guilty,{HR}And his prayer be for sin.
Let his days be few, let another take his office.
Let his sons be orphans and his wife a widow.
And let his sons be vagabonds (wandering wanderers),{HR}And beg and seek [bread] out of their desolations.
Let an exactor ensnare all that he hath,{HR}And strangers plunder his labour.
Let there be none extending mercy to him,{HR}Nor anyone gracious to his orphans.
Let his posterity (latter end) be cut off;{HR}In a generation following let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with (to) Jehovah,{HR}And his mother’s sin not be blotted out.
Let them be before Jehovah continually,{HR}And let him cut off from the earth their memory,
Because he remembered not to show mercy,{HR}But (and) pursued the poor and needy man,{HR}And one broken in heart, to slay [him].
And he loved cursing; for (and) it came to him:{HR}And he delighted not in blessing:{HR}So it was far from him.
And he put on cursing as his garment,{HR}And it came like the water into his midst,{HR}And like the oil into his bones.
Let it be to him as raiment he weareth,{HR}And for a belt let him continually be girded.
This [is] the wages of mine adversaries from Jehovah,{HR}And of their speaking evil against my soul.
But thou, Jehovah Lord, do with me for thy name’s sake;{HR}Because thy mercy [is] good, deliver me.
For as to me I [am] poor and needy,{HR}And my heart wounded within me.
Like a shadow at its stretching out I am gone;{HR}I am tossed like the locust.
My knees totter from fasting,{HR}And my flesh faileth from fatness (oil).
And I have become a reproach to them;{HR}They see me, they shake their head.
Help me, Jehovah my God;{HR}Save me according to thy mercy.
They shall know that this [is] thy hand;{HR}Thou, O Jehovah, hast done it.
Let them curse, and bless thou:{HR}They have risen up and shall be ashamed,{HR}And thy servant be glad.
Mine adversaries shall be clothed with dishonour,{HR}They shall cover themselves with their shame as the mantle.
I will give great thanks to Jehovah with my mouth;{HR}Yea, I will praise in the midst of many.
For he standeth on the right hand of the needy{HR}To save [him] from those that judge his soul.