For they beyond their might 'gainst thee did plot mischief and wrong.
The wicked in his loftiness doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram'd let them be taken sure.
Why rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind?
For slanders I of many heard; fear compass'd me, while they Against me did consult, and plot to take my life away.
Come, let us cut them off, said they, from being a nation, That of the name of Isr'el may no more be mention.
For peace they do not speak at all; but crafty plots prepare Against all those within the land that meek and quiet are.
Let his posterity from earth cut off for ever be, And in the foll'wing age their name be blotted out by thee.