When evildoers come at me to devour my flesh, These my enemies and foes themselves stumble and fall.
Why do you pursue me like God, and prey insatiably upon me?
Had not the men of my tent exclaimed, “Who has not been filled with his meat!”
They surrounded me like bees; they burned up like fire among thorns; in the Lord’s name I cut them off.
Will these evildoers never learn? They devour my people as they devour bread; they do not call upon the Lord.
Praised be the Lord, I exclaim! I have been delivered from my enemies.
As dry as a potsherd is my throat; my tongue cleaves to my palate; you lay me in the dust of death.
I do not fear, then, thousands of people arrayed against me on every side.
All have gone astray; each one is altogether perverse. There is not one who does what is good, not even one.
I will delight and rejoice in you; I will sing hymns to your name, Most High.
And many among them shall stumble; fallen and broken; snared and captured.