When as mine enemies and foes, most wicked persons all, To eat my flesh against me rose, they stumbled and did fall.
Like bees they compass'd me about; like unto thorns that flame They quenched are: for them shall I destroy in God's own name.
These workers of iniquity do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call?
When back my foes were turn'd, they fell, and perish'd at thy sight:
Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.
For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.
Floods of ill men affrighted me, death's pangs about me went;
These workers of iniquity, do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call?