Against the righteous souls they join, they guiltless blood condemn.
For, lo, they for my soul lay wait: the mighty do combine Against me, Lord; not for my fault, nor any sin of mine.
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.
In their own children's guiltless blood their hands they did imbrue, Whom to Canaan's idols they for sacrifices slew: So was the land defil'd with blood.
They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps, waiting my soul to kill.