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 rail 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 plan deceit all the day long.
Yet he shall perish forever like his own refuse: they who have seen him shall say, Where is he?
His memory 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 are many that fight against me, O most High.
I will cry unto God most high; unto God who performs all things for me.
That your way may be known upon earth, your saving health among all nations.
Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto you daily.
O turn unto me, and have mercy upon me; give your strength unto your servant, and save the son of your handmaid.