My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.
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.
Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.
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.
Be merciful to me, O Lord: for I cry to you daily.
O turn to me, and have mercy on me; give your strength to your servant, and save the son of your handmaid.