Strive thou with them, O' Lord, that strive with me, fight thou against them that fight against me. Lay hand upon the shield and spear, and stand up to help me. Draw out thy sword, and stop the way against them that persecute me, say unto my soul: I am thy help. Let them be confounded and put to shame, that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion, that imagine mischief for me. Let them be as the dust before the wind, and the angel of the Lord scattering them. Let their way be dark and slippery, and the angel of the Lord to persecute them. For they have prively layed their net to destroy me without cause, yee and made a pit for my soul, which I never deserved.
Let a sudden destruction come upon him unawares, and the net that he hath layed *prively, catch himself, that he may fall into his own mischief.
But let my soul be joyful in the Lord, and rejoice in his help. All my bones shall say: Lord, who is like unto thee? which deliverest the poor from those that are too strong for him, yee, the poor and the needy from his robbers.
False witnesses are risen up, and lay to my charge things that I know not. They reward me evil for good, to the great discomfort of my soul.
Nevertheless, when they were sick, I put on a sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting, and my prayer returned into mine own bosom. I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother, I went heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered them together: Yee, the very lame come together against me unawares, making *mowes at me, and cease not. With the greedy and scornful hypocritics, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.
Lord, when wilt thou look upon this?
O' restore my soul from the wicked rumor of them, my darling from the lions. So will I give thee thanks in the great congregation, and praise thee among much people.
O' let them not triumph over me, that are mine enemies for naught: O' let them not wink with their eyes, that hate me without a cause. And why? their coming is not for peace, but they imagine false words against the outcasts of the land.
They gape upon me with their mouths, saying: there, there: we see it with our eyes.
This thou seest, O' Lord: hold not thy tongue then, go not far from me, O' Lord.
Awake Lord, and stand up: avenge thou my cause, my God, my Lord.
Judge me, O' Lord my God, according to thy righteousness, that they triumph not over me. Let them not say in their hearts: there, there so would we have it: O' let them not say: we have overcome him. Let them be put to confusion and shame, that rejoice at my trouble: let them be clothed with rebuke and dishonor, that boost themselves against me.
Let them also be glad and rejoice, that favor my righteous dealing: yee let them say always: blessed be the Lord, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant. And as for my tongue, it shall be talking of thy righteousness and of thy praise, all the day long.