Psalm 109

¹ God of my praise, hold not thy peace,

² For mouth of the wicked,

and mouth of the deceitful are

against me opened:

‘gainst me they speak with lying tongue.

³ And compass me about

with words of hate; and me against

without a cause they sought.

⁴ They for my love mine en’mies are:

but I my prayer make.

⁵ And ill for good rewarded me

and hate for my love’s sake.

⁶ A wicked person over him

do thou make for to sit,

also at his right hand do thou

let Satan stand at it.

⁷ When he is judged, let him then

condemned be therein:

and let the pray’r that he doth make

be turned into sin.

⁸ Few let his days be: and let his

office another take.

⁹ His children let be fatherless,

and’s wife a widow make.

¹⁰ Let’s children still be vagabonds,

beg they their bread also:

out of their places desolate

let them a seeking go.

¹¹ Yea, let th’ extortioner catch all

that doth to him pertain:

and let the stranger spoil what he

did by his labour gain.

¹² Let there not any be that may

mercy to him express:

nor any one that favour may

his children fatherless.

¹³ The issue also let thou be

cut off that from him came:

i’th following generation

out blotted be his name.

¹⁴ Remember’d with the Lord be his

father’s iniquity:

and of his mother never let

the sin out blotted be.

¹⁵ Before Jehovah let them be

continually put:

that from out of the earth he may

the mem’ry of them cut.

¹⁶ Because that he remember’d not

compassion to impart,

but did pursue the needy poor:

to slay the broke in heart.

¹⁷ As he did cursing love, so let

cursing unto him come:

as he did not in blessing joy,

so be it far him from.

¹⁸ With cursing like a robe as he

cloth’d him: so let it go

like water to his bowels, and

like oil his bones into.

¹⁹ Garment like let it to him be,

himself for to array:

and for a girdle, wherewith he

may gird himself alway.

²⁰ Thus let mine adversaries be

rewarded from the Lord:

also of them against my soul

that speak an evil word.

²¹ But God the Lord, for thy name’s sake,

O do thou well for me:

because thy mercy it is good,

O do thou set me free.

²² For poor and needy I: in me

my heart’s wounded also.

²³ Like falling shade I pass: I’m toss’d

locust like to and fro.

²⁴ Through fasts my knees are weak: my flesh

its fatness doth forsake.

²⁵ And I am their reproach: they look

at me, their heads they shake.

²⁶ Help me, O Lord my God: after

thy mercy save thou me:

²⁷ That they may know this is thy hand:

Lord, that it’s done by thee.

²⁸ Let them curse, but O do thou bless;

when as that they arise

let them be shamed, thy servant

let him rejoice likewise.

²⁹ Mine adversaries O let them

with shame be cloth’d upon:

and themselves clothe as with a cloak

with their confusion.

³⁰ I’ll to Jehovah with my mouth

give thanks exceedingly:

yea him among the multitude

with praise I’ll glorify.