1 To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid. Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise.
2 For the mouth of the wicked, and the mouth of the deceitfull are opened against mee: they haue spoken against me with a lying tongue.
3 They compassed mee about also with wordes of hatred: and fought against me without a cause.
4 For my loue, they are my aduersaries: but I giue my selfe vnto prayer.
5 And they haue rewarded me euill for good: and hatred for my loue.
6 Set thou a wicked man ouer him: and let Satan stand at his right hand.
7 When he shall be iudged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sinne.
8 Let his dayes be few: and let another take his office.
9 Let his children bee fatherlesse: and his wife a widow.
10 Let his children bee continually vagabonds, & begge: let them seeke their bread also out of their desolate places.
11 Let the extortioner catch all that he hath: and let the strangers spoile his labour.
12 Let there be none to extend mercy vnto him: neither let there be any to fauour his fatherlesse children.
13 Let his posteritie be cut off: and in the generation folowing let their name be blotted out.
14 Let the iniquitie of his fathers be remembred with the Lord: and let not the sinne of his mother be blotted out.
15 Let them be before the Lord continually: that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.
16 Because that he remembred not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poore and needy man: that he might euen slay the broken in heart.
17 As he loued cursing, so let it come vnto him: as hee delighted not in blessing, so let it be farre from him.
18 As he clothed himselfe with cursing like as with his garment: so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
19 Let it be vnto him as the garment which couereth him: and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually.
20 Let this be the reward of mine aduersaries from the Lord: and of them that speake euill against my soule.
21 But do thou for me, O God the Lord, for thy Names sake: because thy mercie is good: deliuer thou me.
22 For I am poore and needie: and my heart is wounded within me.
23 I am gone like the shadow, when it declineth: I am tossed vp and downe as the locust.
24 My knees are weake through fasting: and my flesh faileth of fatnesse.
25 I became also a reproch vnto them: when they looked vpon me, they shaked their heads.
26 Helpe me, O Lord my God: O saue me according to thy mercie.
27 That they may know, that this is thy hand: that thou, Lord, hast done it.
28 Let them curse, but blesse thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed, but let thy seruant reioyce.
29 Let mine aduersaries be clothed with shame: and let them couer them selues with their owne confusion, as with a mantle.
30 I will greatly praise the Lord with my mouth: yea I will praise him among the multitude.
31 For he shal stand at the right hand of the poore: to saue him from those that condemne his soule.