For they that strangers are to me do up against me rise; Oppressors seek my soul, and God set not before their eyes.
O God, the proud against me rise, and vi'lent men have met, That for my soul have sought; and thee before them have not set.
The wicked man's transgression within my heart thus says, Undoubtedly the fear of God is not before his eyes.
These workers of iniquity, do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call?
Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.
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.
Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be.
To brethren strange, to mother's sons an alien I became.
O let him help send from above, out of his sanctuary: From Sion, his own holy hill, let him give strength to thee.
Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th' ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.