For I said: “Don’t let them gloat over me or exalt themselves over me, when my foot slips.”
But at my stumbling they gathered in glee. Wretches gathered against me whom I did not know, tearing at me without ceasing.
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
Or else my enemy will say: “I have overcome him!” and my foes will rejoice because I am shaken.
Do not let my deceitful enemies gloat over me without cause, nor let those who hate me for nothing wink an eye.