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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 God of my praise, hold not thy peace, 2 For mouth of the wicked, and mouth of the deceitful are against me opened: ‘gainst me they speak with lying tongue. 3 And compass me about with words of hate; and me against without a cause they sought.
4 They for my love mine en’mies are: but I my prayer make. 5 And ill for good rewarded me and hate for my love’s sake. 6 A wicked person over him do thou make for to sit, also at his right hand do thou let Satan stand at it.
7 When he is judged, let him then condemned be therein: and let the pray’r that he doth make be turned into sin. 8 Few let his days be: and let his office another take. 9 His children let be fatherless, and’s wife a widow make.
10 Let’s children still be vagabonds, beg they their bread also: out of their places desolate let them a seeking go. 11 Yea, let th’ extortioner catch all that doth to him pertain: and let the stranger spoil what he did by his labour gain.
12 Let there not any be that may mercy to him express: nor any one that favour may his children fatherless. 13 The issue also let thou be cut off that from him came: i’th following generation out blotted be his name.
14 Remember’d with the Lord be his father’s iniquity: and of his mother never let the sin out blotted be. 15 Before Jehovah let them be continually put: that from out of the earth he may the mem’ry of them cut.
16 Because that he remember’d not compassion to impart, but did pursue the needy poor: to slay the broke in heart. 17 As he did cursing love, so let cursing unto him come: as he did not in blessing joy, so be it far him from.
18 With cursing like a robe as he cloth’d him: so let it go like water to his bowels, and like oil his bones into. 19 Garment like let it to him be, himself for to array: and for a girdle, wherewith he may gird himself alway.
20 Thus let mine adversaries be rewarded from the Lord: also of them against my soul that speak an evil word. 21 But God the Lord, for thy name’s sake, O do thou well for me: because thy mercy it is good, O do thou set me free.
22 For poor and needy I: in me my heart’s wounded also. 23 Like falling shade I pass: I’m toss’d locust like to and fro. 24 Through fasts my knees are weak: my flesh its fatness doth forsake. 25 And I am their reproach: they look at me, their heads they shake.
26 Help me, O Lord my God: after thy mercy save thou me: 27 That they may know this is thy hand: Lord, that it’s done by thee. 28 Let them curse, but O do thou bless; when as that they arise let them be shamed, thy servant let him rejoice likewise.
29 Mine adversaries O let them with shame be cloth’d upon: and themselves clothe as with a cloak with their confusion. 30 I’ll to Jehovah with my mouth give thanks exceedingly: yea him among the multitude with praise I’ll glorify.
31 For he shall stand at right hand of the poor and needy one: from those that do condemn his soul to give salvation.