Proud people are coming to attack me; cruel people are trying to kill me— those who do not care about God.
I am always aware of the Lord's presence; he is near, and nothing can shake me.
May he send you help from his Temple and give you aid from Mount Zion.
An evil gang is around me; like a pack of dogs they close in on me; they tear at my hands and feet.
Sin speaks to the wicked deep in their hearts; they reject God and do not have reverence for him.
May those who try to kill me be completely defeated and confused. May those who are happy because of my troubles be turned back and disgraced.
O God, declare me innocent, and defend my cause against the ungodly; deliver me from lying and evil people!
“Don't they know?” God asks. “Are these evildoers ignorant? They live by robbing my people, and they never pray to me.”
I am like a stranger to my relatives, like a foreigner to my family.
Proud people are coming against me, O God; a cruel gang is trying to kill me— people who pay no attention to you.
People will do these things to you because they have not known either the Father or me.