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Do not be silent, O Elohim of my praise!
For the mouth of the wrong And the mouth of the deceiver Have opened against me; They have spoken against me with a false tongue.
They have surrounded me with words of hatred, And they attack me without a cause.
In return for my love they accuse me, While I am in prayer.
And they repay me evil for good, And hatred for my love.
Appoint over him one who is wrong, And let an accuser stand at his right hand.
When he is judged, let him be found wrong, And let his prayer become sin.
Let his days be few, Let another take his office.
Let his children be fatherless, And his wife a widow.
And let his children always wander and beg, And seek food out of their ruins.
Let the creditor lay a snare for all that he has, And let strangers plunder his labour.
Let him have no one to extend kindness, Nor any to show favour to his fatherless children.
Let his descendants be cut off, Their name be blotted out in the next generation.
Let the crookedness of his fathers Be remembered before YHWH, And let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Let them always be before YHWH, And let Him cut off their remembrance from the earth;
Because he did not remember to show kindness, But persecuted the poor and needy man; And the broken-hearted, to put to death.
He also loved cursing, so let it come to him; And he did not delight in blessing, so let it be far from him.
And he put cursing on as with his garment, So let it enter his inward parts like water, Into his bones and like oil.
Let it be to him like a cloak he wraps around him, And as a girdle that he always girds on.
This is the reward of my accusers from YHWH, And to those speaking evil against my being.
But You, O YHWH, Master, Deal with me for Your Name's sake; Because Your kindness is good, deliver me.
For I am poor and needy, And my heart is pierced within me.
I have gone like a lengthening shadow, I have been driven away like a locust.
My knees are weak through fasting, And my flesh grows lean from fatness.
And I, I have become a reproach to them; They see me, they shake their heads.
Help me, O YHWH my Elohim! Save me according to Your kindness,
And let them know that this is Your hand. You, YHWH, You have done it!
Let them curse, but You bless. They shall arise, but be ashamed, And let Your servant rejoice.
Let my accusers put on shame, And be wrapped in their own confusion as in a cloak.
I greatly thank YHWH with my mouth, And I praise Him in the midst of the throng.
For He stands at the right hand of the poor, To save from those judging his being.