Psalm 109
Deus, laudem
1
Hold not thy tongue, O God of my praise *
for the mouth of the ungodly, yea, the mouth of the deceitful is opened upon me.
2
And they have spoken against me with false tongues *
they compassed me about also with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
3
For the love that I had unto them, lo, they take now my contrary part *
but I give myself unto prayer.
4
Thus have they rewarded me evil for good *
and hatred for my good will.
5
Set thou an ungodly man to be ruler over him *
and let Satan stand at his right hand.
6
When sentence is given upon him, let him be condemned *
and let his prayer be turned into sin.
7
Let his days be few *
and let another take his office.
8
Let his children be fatherless *
and his wife a widow.
9
Let his children be vagabonds, and beg their bread *
let them seek it also out of desolate places.
10
Let the extortioner consume all that he hath *
and let the stranger spoil his labour.
11
Let there be no man to pity him *
nor to have compassion upon his fatherless children.
12
Let his posterity be destroyed *
and in the next generation let his name be clean put out.
13
Let the wickedness of his fathers be had in remembrance in the sight of the Lord *
and let not the sin of his mother be done away.
14
Let them alway be before the Lord *
that he may root out the memorial of them from off the earth.
15
And that, because his mind was not to do good *
but persecuted the poor helpless man, that he might slay him that was vexed at the heart.
16
His delight was in cursing, and it shall happen unto him *
he loved not blessing, therefore shall it be far from him.
17
He clothed himself with cursing, like as with a raiment *
and it shall come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
18
Let it be unto him as the cloke that he hath upon him *
and as the girdle that he is alway girded withal.
19
Let it thus happen from the Lord unto mine enemies *
and to those that speak evil against my soul.
20
But deal thou with me, O Lord God, according unto thy Name *
for sweet is thy mercy.
21
O deliver me, for I am helpless and poor *
and my heart is wounded within me.
22
I go hence like the shadow that departeth *
and am driven away as the grasshopper.
23
My knees are weak through fasting *
my flesh is dried up for want of fatness.
24
I became also a reproach unto them *
they that looked upon me shaked their heads.
25
Help me, O Lord my God *
O save me according to thy mercy.
26
And they shall know, how that this is thy hand *
and that thou, Lord, hast done it.
27
Though they curse, yet bless thou *
and let them be confounded that rise up against me; but let thy servant rejoice.
28
Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame *
and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a cloke.
29
As for me, I will give great thanks unto the Lord with my mouth *
and praise him among the multitude.
30
For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor *
to save his soul from the unrighteous judges.