To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1 Be not silent, O God of my praise!
speaking against me with lying tongues.
and attack me without cause.
but I give myself to prayer.a
and hatred for my love.
let an accuser stand at his right hand.
let his prayer be counted as sin!
may another take his office!
and his wife a widow!
seeking food far from the ruins they inhabit!
may strangers plunder the fruits of his toil!
nor any to pity his fatherless children!
may his name be blotted out in the second generation!
and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out!
that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth!
but pursued the poor and needy
and the brokenhearted, to put them to death.
He did not delight in blessing; may it be farc from him!
may it soakd into his body like water,
like oil into his bones!
like a belt that he puts on every day!
of those who speak evil against my life!
deal on my behalf for your name’s sake;
because your steadfast love is good, deliver me!
and my heart is stricken within me.
I am shaken off like a locust.
my body has become gaunt, with no fat.
when they see me, they wag their heads.
Save me according to your steadfast love!
you, O Lord, have done it!
They arise and are put to shame, but your servant will be glad!
may they be wrapped in their own shame as in a cloak!
I will praise him in the midst of the throng.
to save him from those who condemn his soul to death.