I wish death would take my enemies by surprise! I wish the earth would open up and swallow them alive, because they plan such terrible things together.
But you were thrown out of your grave like a branch cut from a tree and thrown away. You are like a dead man who fell in battle, trampled under the feet of other soldiers. Now you look like any other dead man wrapped in burial clothes.
The place of death is excited that you are coming. Sheol is waking the spirits of all the leaders of the earth for you. Sheol is making the kings stand up from their thrones to meet you.
But, God, you will send those liars and murderers to the grave. They will die before their life is half finished! As for me, I will put my trust in you.
Let my enemies be ashamed and embarrassed— all those who were happy about my troubles. Proud of themselves, they treated me as worthless. So let them be covered with shame and disgrace.
Some people are trying to kill me. Disappoint them and make them ashamed. Make them turn and run away. They are planning to hurt me. Defeat and embarrass them.
Who is this woman coming from the desert, leaning on her lover? I woke you under the apple tree, where your mother gave birth to you, where you were born.