From the face of the wicked who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul:
For this my heart hath been glad, and any tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.
They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.
Unto the end, a psalm for David.
Thy dead men shall live, my slain shall rise again. Awake, and give praise, ye that dwell in the dust. For thy dew is the dew of the light: and the land of the giants thou shalt pull down into ruin.
The wicked man shall be driven out in his wickedness: but the just hath hope in his death.