My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.
Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
My enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
Behold, you desire truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part you shall make me to know wisdom.
My enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O you most High.
I will cry to God most high; to God that performes all things for me.
That your way may be known on earth, your saving health among all nations.
O turn to me, and have mercy on me; give your strength to your servant, and save the son of your handmaid.
Be merciful to me, O Lord: for I cry to you daily.
The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.