To the chief Musician,
A Psalm
of David.
Hold not thy peace,
O God
of my praise;
For the mouth
of the wicked
and the mouth
of the deceitful
are opened
against me: they have spoken
against me with a lying
tongue.
They compassed
me about also with words
of hatred;
and fought
against me without a cause.
For my love
they are my adversaries:
but I give myself unto prayer.
And they have rewarded
me evil
for good,
and hatred
for my love.
Set
thou a wicked man
over him: and let Satan
stand
at his right hand.
When he shall be judged,
let him be
condemned:
and let his prayer
become sin.
Let his days
be few;
and let another
take
his office.
Let his children
be fatherless,
and his wife
a widow.
Let his children
be continually
vagabonds,
and beg:
let them seek
their bread also out of their desolate places.
Let the extortioner
catch
all that he hath; and let the strangers
spoil
his labour.
Let there be none to extend
mercy
unto him: neither let there be any to favour
his fatherless children.
Let his posterity
be cut off;
and in the generation
following
let their name
be blotted out.
Let the iniquity
of his fathers
be remembered
with the LORD;
and let not the sin
of his mother
be blotted out.
Let them be before the LORD
continually,
that he may cut off
the memory
of them from the earth.
Because that he remembered
not to shew
mercy,
but persecuted
the poor
and needy
man,
that he might even slay
the broken
in heart.
As he loved
cursing,
so let it come
unto him: as he delighted
not in blessing,
so let it be far
from him.
As he clothed
himself with cursing
like as with his garment,
so let it come
into his bowels
like water,
and like oil
into his bones.
Let it be unto him as the garment
which covereth
him, and for a girdle
wherewith he is girded
continually.
Let this be the reward
of mine adversaries
from the LORD,
and of them that speak
evil
against my soul.
But do
thou for me, O GOD
the Lord,
for thy name's
sake: because thy mercy
is good,
deliver
thou me.
For I am poor
and needy,
and my heart
is wounded
within
me.
I am gone
like the shadow
when it declineth:
I am tossed up and down
as the locust.
My knees
are weak
through fasting;
and my flesh
faileth
of fatness.
I became also a reproach
unto them: when they looked
upon me they shaked
their heads.
Help
me, O LORD
my God:
O save
me according to thy mercy:
That they may know
that this is thy hand;
that thou, LORD,
hast done
it.
Let them curse,
but bless
thou: when they arise,
let them be ashamed;
but let thy servant
rejoice.
Let mine adversaries
be clothed
with shame,
and let them cover
themselves with their own confusion,
as with a mantle.
I will greatly
praise
the LORD
with my mouth;
yea, I will praise
him among
the multitude.
For he shall stand
at the right hand
of the poor,
to save
him from those that condemn
his soul.
