Who seek my soul to spill shall sink down to earth's lowest room.
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 seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.
They who are wicked into hell each one shall turned be; And all the nations that forget to seek the Lord most high.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.
Let them that for my soul do seek shamed and confounded be: Turned back be they, and shamed, that in my hurt delight.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.
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.
Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought: Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.
And in my way my steps thou hast enlarged under me, That I go safely, and my feet are kept from sliding free.