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My God, whom I praise
Do not remain silent
For people who are wicked and deceitful
Have opened their mouths against me thinking of violence

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
At last this I understood

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 in the end

May his days be few
May another take his place of leadership, please do so
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, I beg You please promise

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 and no one will ever find them

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 starting from now

For he never thought of doing a kindness
But hounded to death the poor
And the needy and the brokenhearted
For me it’s clear – he is an evildoer

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
And he never thought of what if

May it be like a cloak wrapped about him
Tied forever around him like a belt
May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers
To those who evil of me said

But You, Sovereign Lord
Help me for Your name’s sake
Out of the goodness of Your love, deliver me
And I swear Your word to obey

For I am poor and needy
And my heart is wounded within me but still to You I trust
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 and this is not what I want

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 and rule it from above

While they curse, may You bless
May those who attack me be put to shame
But may Your servant rejoice
And what happened with me will not be repeated again

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace
And wrapped in shame as in a cloak
May my accusers be clothed with sorrow
And their evil plans against me will be broken

With my mouth I will greatly extol the Lord
In the great throng of worshipers I will praise His name
For He stands at the right hand of the needy
To save their lives from those who would condemn them