When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, `O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'
They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.
Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.
Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.
And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.
In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
And many among them have stumbled and fallen, And been broken, and snared, and captured.