|[To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.]|
|Be not silent, O God of my praise!||Praise the Lord!. Psalm 109(v108)|
|For wicked and deceitful mouths are opened against me, |
speaking against me with lying tongues.
|They beset me with words of hate, |
and attack me without cause.
|In return for my love they accuse me, |
even as I make prayer for them.
|So they reward me evil for good, |
and hatred for my love.
|Appoint a wicked man against him; |
let an accuser bring him to trial.
|When he is tried, let him come forth guilty; |
let his prayer be counted as sin!
|May his days be few; |
may another seize his goods!
|May his children be fatherless, |
and his wife a widow!
|May his children wander about and beg; |
may they be driven out of the ruins they inhabit!
|May the creditor seize all that he has; |
may strangers plunder the fruits of his toil!
|Let there be none to extend kindness to him, |
nor any to pity his fatherless children!
|May his posterity be cut off; |
may his name be blotted out in the second generation!
|May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD, |
and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out!
|Let them be before the LORD continually; |
and may his memory be cut off from the earth!
|For he did not remember to show kindness, |
but pursued the poor and needy and the brokenhearted to their death.
|He loved to curse; let curses come on him! |
He did not like blessing; may it be far from him!
|He clothed himself with cursing as his coat, |
may it soak into his body like water, like oil into his bones!
|May it be like a garment which he wraps round him, |
like a belt with which he daily girds himself!
|May this be the reward of my accusers from the LORD, |
of those who speak evil against my life!
|But thou, O GOD my Lord, deal on my behalf for thy name's sake; |
because thy steadfast love is good, deliver me!
|For I am poor and needy, |
and my heart is stricken within me.
|I am gone, like a shadow at evening; |
I am shaken off like a locust.
|My knees are weak through fasting; |
my body has become gaunt.
|I am an object of scorn to my accusers; |
when they see me, they wag their heads.
|Help me, O LORD my God! |
Save me according to thy steadfast love!
|Let them know that this is thy hand; |
thou, O LORD, hast done it!
|Let them curse, but do thou bless! |
Let my assailants be put to shame;
may thy servant be glad!
|May my accusers be clothed with dishonor; |
may they be wrapped in their own shame as in a mantle!
|With my mouth I will give great thanks to the LORD; |
I will praise him in the midst of the throng.
|For he stands at the right hand of the needy,|
to save him from those who condemn him to death.
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