To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 Do not keep silent,
O God of my praise!
Have opened against me;
They have spoken against me with a lying tongue.
And fought against me without a cause.
But I give myself to prayer.
And hatred for my love.
And let an [a]accuser stand at his right hand.
And let his prayer become sin.
And let another take his office.
And his wife a widow.
Let them [c]seek their bread also from their desolate places.
And let strangers plunder his labor.
Nor let there be any to favor his fatherless children.
And in the generation following let their name be blotted out.
And let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
That He may cut off the memory of them from the earth;
But persecuted the poor and needy man,
That he might even slay the broken in heart.
As he did not delight in blessing, so let it be far from him.
So let it enter his body like water,
And like oil into his bones.
And for a belt with which he girds himself continually.
And to those who speak evil against my person.
Deal with me for Your name’s sake;
Because Your mercy is good, deliver me.
And my heart is wounded within me.
I am shaken off like a locust.
And my flesh is feeble from lack of fatness.
When they look at me, they shake their heads.
Oh, save me according to Your mercy,
That You, Lord, have done it!
When they arise, let them be ashamed,
But let Your servant rejoice.
And let them cover themselves with their own disgrace as with a mantle.
Yes, I will praise Him among the multitude.
To save him from those [e]who condemn him.