My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?
His memory is gone from the earth, and in the open country there is no knowledge of his name.
Like the waste from his body he comes to an end for ever: those who have seen him say, Where is he?
My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
Those who have a desire to take my life put nets for me; those who are designing my destruction say evil things against me, all the day their minds are full of deceit.
For I am conscious of my error; my sin is ever before me.
Your desire is for what is true in the inner parts: in the secrets of my soul you will give me knowledge of wisdom.
My haters are ever ready to put an end to me; great numbers are lifting themselves up against me.
I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.
So that men may see your way on the earth, and your salvation among all nations.
O be turned to me and have mercy on me: give your strength to your servant, and your salvation to the son of her who is your servant.
Have mercy on me, O Lord; for my cry goes up to you all the day.
The memory of the upright is a blessing, but the name of the evil-doer will be turned to dust.