⁰To the choirmaster. Of David. A psalm.

¹O God of my praise, do not keep silent.

²For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit have opened wide against me; they have spoken with me in a tongue of falsehood.

³And with words of hatred they have surrounded me, and they have fought against me for nothing.

⁴In place of my love they accuse me, but I am prayer.

⁵They set evil on me in place of good, and hatred in place of my love.

⁶Appoint a wicked one over him, and let an adversary stand at his right hand.

⁷When he is judged, let him go forth wicked, and let his prayer become sin.

⁸Let his days be few; let another take his oversight.

⁹Let his sons be fatherless and his wife a widow.

¹⁰Let his sons go tottering about, and beg, and seek out of their ruins.

¹¹Let a creditor ensnare all that belongs to him, and let foreigners plunder his toil.

¹²Let there be no one who prolongs loyal love to him, and let there be no one who shows favor to his fatherless children.

¹³Let his latter end be cut off; in the generation after, let their name be wiped out.

¹⁴Let the guilt of his fathers be remembered before Yahweh, and let the sin of his mother not be wiped out.

¹⁵Let them be before Yahweh continually, and may he cut off their memorial from the land.

¹⁶Because he did not remember to do loyal love, but ran after a poor and needy man and the discouraged of heart, to put him to death.

¹⁷He loved a curse, and it came to him; he took no delight in blessing, and it was far from him.

¹⁸He clothed himself with a curse as his garment, and it entered like waters into his inward parts, and like oil into his bones.

¹⁹Let it be to him like a garment he wraps himself in, and like a belt he girds on continually.

²⁰This is the wage of my accusers from Yahweh, and of those who speak evil against my being.

²¹But you, O Yahweh, O Lord, deal with me for the sake of your name; because your loyal love is good, deliver me.

²²For poor and needy am I, and my heart is pierced within me.

²³Like a shadow when it stretches out I am gone; I am shaken off like a locust.

²⁴My knees stumble from fasting, and my flesh has grown lean for want of oil.

²⁵And I have become a reproach to them; they see me, they shake their heads.

²⁶Help me, Yahweh my God; save me according to your loyal love.

²⁷And let them know that this is your hand; you, Yahweh, have done it.

²⁸Let them curse, but you will bless; they rose up and were ashamed, but your slave will rejoice.

²⁹Let my accusers be clothed with disgrace, and let them wrap themselves in their shame as in a robe.

³⁰I will give thanks to Yahweh exceedingly with my mouth, and in the midst of many I will praise him.

³¹For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his being.