To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^1O thou the God of all my praise,
do thou not hold thy peace;
^2For mouths of wicked men to speak
against me do not cease:
The mouths of vile deceitful men
against me open'd be;
And with a false and lying tongue
they have accused me.
^3They did beset me round about
with words of hateful spight:
And though to them no cause I gave,
against me they did fight.
^4They for my love became my foes,
but I me set to pray.
^5Evil for good, hatred for love,
to me they did repay.
^6Set thou the wicked over him;
and upon his right hand
Give thou his greatest enemy,
ev'n Satan, leave to stand.
^7And when by thee he shall be judg'd,
let him condemned be;
And let his pray'r be turn'd to sin,
when he shall call on thee.
^8Few be his days, and in his room
his charge another take.
^9His children let be fatherless,
his wife a widow make.
^10His children let be vagabonds,
and beg continually;
And from their places desolate
seek bread for their supply.
^11Let covetous extortioners
catch all he hath away:
Of all for which he labour'd hath
let strangers make a prey.
^12Let there be none to pity him,
let there be none at all
That on his children fatherless
will let his mercy fall.
^13Let his posterity from earth
cut off for ever be,
And in the foll'wing age their name
be blotted out by thee.
^14Let God his father's wickedness
still to remembrance call;
And never let his mother's sin
be blotted out at all.
^15But let them all before the Lord
That he may wholly from the earth
cut off their memory.
^16Because he mercy minded not,
but persecuted still
The poor and needy, that he might
the broken-hearted kill.
^17As he in cursing pleasure took,
so let it to him fall;
As he delighted not to bless,
so bless him not at all.
^18As cursing he like clothes put on,
into his bowels so,
Like water, and into his bones,
like oil, down let it go.
^19Like to the garment let it be
which doth himself array,
And for a girdle, wherewith he
is girt about alway.
^20From God let this be their reward
that en'mies are to me,
And their reward that speak against
my soul maliciously.
^21But do thou, for thine own name's sake,
O God the Lord, for me:
Sith good and sweet thy mercy is,
from trouble set me free.
^22For I am poor and indigent,
afflicted sore am I,
My heart within me also is
^23I pass like a declining shade,
am like the locust tost:
^24My knees through fasting weaken'd are,
my flesh hath fatness lost.
^25I also am a vile reproach
unto them made to be;
And they that did upon me look
did shake their heads at me.
^26O do thou help and succour me,
who art my God and Lord:
And, for thy tender mercy's sake,
safety to me afford:
^27That thereby they may know that this
is thy almighty hand;
And that thou, Lord, hast done the same,
they may well understand.
^28Although they curse with spite, yet, Lord,
bless thou with loving voice:
Let them asham'd be when they rise;
thy servant let rejoice.
^29Let thou mine adversaries all
with shame be clothed over;
And let their own confusion
them, as a mantle, cover.
^30But as for me, I with my mouth
will greatly praise the Lord;
And I among the multitude
his praises will record.
^31For he shall stand at his right hand
who is in poverty,
To save him from all those that would
condemn his soul to die.