My enemies speak evil of me: “When will he die, and his name perish?”
The memory of the righteous is blessed, But the name of the wicked will rot.
My enemies reproach me all day long; Those who deride me swear an oath against me.
Those also who seek my life lay snares for me; Those who seek my hurt speak of destruction, And plan deception all the day long.
Yet he will perish forever like his own refuse; Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name among the renowned.
For I acknowledge my transgressions, And my sin is always before me.
Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts, And in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom.
My enemies would hound me all day, For there are many who fight against me, O Most High.
I will cry out to God Most High, To God who performs all things for me.
That Your way may be known on earth, Your salvation among all nations.
Be merciful to me, O Lord, For I cry to You all day long.
Oh, turn to me, and have mercy on me! Give Your strength to Your servant, And save the son of Your maidservant.