Mine 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.
Mine enemies reproach me all the day; And they that are mad 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 imagine deceits all the day long.
Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
His remembrance 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, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: And in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: For they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.
I will cry unto God most high; Unto God that performeth all things for me.
That thy way may be known upon earth, Thy saving health among all nations.
Be merciful unto me, O Lord: For I cry unto thee daily.
O turn unto me, and have mercy upon me; Give thy strength unto thy servant, and save the son of thine handmaid.