O God, destroy them; let them be by their own counsel quell'd: Them for their many sins cast out, for they 'gainst thee rebell'd.
Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.
To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.
Let death upon them seize, and down let them go quick to hell; For wickedness doth much abound among them where they dwell.
Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.
Because against the words of God they wrought rebelliously, And they the counsel did contemn of him that is most High:
And to our neighbours' bosom cause it sev'n-fold render'd be, Ev'n the reproach wherewith they have, O Lord, reproached thee.
He ruleth ever by his pow'r; his eyes the nations see: O let not the rebellious ones lift up themselves on high.
Arise, and disappoint my foe, and cast him down, O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man, the man which is thy sword.
The arm break of the wicked man, and of the evil one; Do thou seek out his wickedness, until thou findest none.