Plead thou my cause, O Lord, with them that strive with me *
and fight thou against them that fight against me.
Lay hand upon the shield and buckler *
and stand up to help me.
Bring forth the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me *
say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.
Let them be confounded and put to shame, that seek after my soul *
let them be turned back and brought to confusion, that imagine mischief for me.
Let them be as the dust before the wind *
and the angel of the Lord scattering them.
Let their way be dark and slippery *
and let the angel of the Lord persecute them.
For they have privily laid their net to destroy me without a cause *
yea, even without a cause have they made a pit for my soul.
Let a sudden destruction come upon him unawares, and his net, that he hath laid privily, catch himself *
that he may fall into his own mischief.
And, my soul, be joyful in the Lord *
it shall rejoice in his salvation.
All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, who deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him *
yea, the poor, and him that is in misery, from him that spoileth him?
False witnesses did rise up *
they laid to my charge things that I knew not.
They rewarded me evil for good *
to the great discomfort of my soul.
Nevertheless, when they were sick, I put on sackcloth, and humbled my soul with fasting *
and my prayer shall turn into mine own bosom.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother *
I went heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together *
yea, the very abjects came together against me unawares, making mouths at me, and ceased not.
With the flatterers were busy mockers *
who gnashed upon me with their teeth.
Lord, how long wilt thou look upon this *
O deliver my soul from the calamities which they bring on me, and my darling from the lions.
So will I give thee thanks in the great congregation *
I will praise thee among much people.
O let not them that are mine enemies triumph over me ungodly *
neither let them wink with their eyes that hate me without a cause.
And why? their communing is not for peace *
but they imagine deceitful words against them that are quiet in the land.
They gaped upon me with their mouths, and said *
Fie on thee, fie on thee, we saw it with our eyes.
This thou hast seen, O Lord *
hold not thy tongue then, go not far from me, O Lord.
Awake, and stand up to judge my quarrel *
avenge thou my cause, my God, and my Lord.
Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness *
and let them not triumph over me.
Let them not say in their hearts, There, there, so would we have it *
neither let them say, We have devoured him.
Let them be put to confusion and shame together, that rejoice at my trouble *
let them be clothed with rebuke and dishonour, that boast themselves against me.
Let them be glad and rejoice, that favour my righteous dealing *
yea, let them say alway, Blessed be the Lord, who hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.
And as for my tongue, it shall be talking of thy righteousness *
and of thy praise all the day long.