My God, whom I praise,
do not remain silent,
for people who are wicked and deceitful
have opened their mouths against me;
they have spoken against me with lying tongues.
With words of hatred they surround me;
they attack me without cause.
In return for my friendship they accuse me,
but I am a man of prayer.
They repay me evil for good,
and hatred for my friendship.
Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy;
let an accuser stand at his right hand.
When he is tried, let him be found guilty,
and may his prayers condemn him.
May his days be few;
may another take his place of leadership.
May his children be fatherless
and his wife a widow.
May his children be wandering beggars;
may they be driven from their ruined homes.
May a creditor seize all he has;
may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
May no one extend kindness to him
or take pity on his fatherless children.
May his descendants be cut off,
their names blotted out from the next generation.
May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the Lord;
may the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
May their sins always remain before the Lord,
that he may blot out their name from the earth.
For he never thought of doing a kindness,
but hounded to death the poor
and the needy and the brokenhearted.
He loved to pronounce a curse--
may it come back on him.
He found no pleasure in blessing--
may it be far from him.
He wore cursing as his garment;
it entered into his body like water,
into his bones like oil.
May it be like a cloak wrapped about him,
like a belt tied forever around him.
May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers,
to those who speak evil of me.
But you, Sovereign Lord,
help me for your name’s sake;
out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.
For I am poor and needy,
and my heart is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow;
I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees give way from fasting;
my body is thin and gaunt.
I am an object of scorn to my accusers;
when they see me, they shake their heads.
Help me, Lord my God;
save me according to your unfailing love.
Let them know that it is your hand,
that you, Lord, have done it.
While they curse, may you bless;
may those who attack me be put to shame,
but may your servant rejoice.
May my accusers be clothed with disgrace
and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.
With my mouth I will greatly extol the Lord;
in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him.
For he stands at the right hand of the needy,
to save their lives from those who would condemn them.
Do not fail to act, O Thea,
while the mouth of the one who hates me is opened against me.
She speaks to me with a lying tongue;
she surrounds me with hateful words
and fights against me without a cause.
Despite my love, she accuses me;
but as for me, I pray that your love will envelop her.
She repays evil for good,
and hatred for my love.
She does not remember to show mercy,
but persecutes the poor and needy
and seeks to destroy the brokenhearted.
She loves cursing,
but let it not come upon her;
she takes no delight in blessing,
but let it shower upon her.
She wears cursing like a garment,
let it not soak into her body like water
or into her bones like oil;
Let it not be to her like the cloak which she wraps around herself,
and like the belt that she wears continually.
O Thea my Goddess,
for your tender mercy’s sake, deliver her.
For she is poor and needy,
and her heart is wounded within her.
She has faded away like a shadow when it lengthens;
she is shaken off like a locust.
Her knees are weak,
and her flesh is wasted and gaunt.
She has become a reproach to all around her;
they see and shake their heads.
Help her, O Thea my Goddess;
save her for your mercy’s sake.
She may curse, but you will bless;
give her cause to rejoice once more.
Then I will give great thanks to you with my mouth;
in the midst of the multitude I will praise you;
Because you stand beside the one who is most needy,
to save her from her own stony heart.