Psalm 1 0 9.
To the chief musician.
A Psalm of David.
Hold not thy peace.
Oh God.
My praise.
For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me.
They have spoken against me with a lying tongue.
They have combust me about also with words of hatred.
And fought against me without a cause.
For my love, they are my adversaries.
But I give myself on to prayer.
And they have rewarded me evil for good and hatred from, I love.
Set thou wicked man over him and let Satan stand at his right hand.
When he shall be judged, let him be condemned and let us prayer become sin.
But as days be few and let another take his office.
But his children be fatherless and this wife, a widow.
But his children be continually vagabonds and beg.
And let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.
But the extortionary catch all that he had.
And let the strangers spoil his labor.
Let there be none to extend mercy onto him.
Neither, let there be any to favor his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be cut off.
And then the generation following, let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the Lord.
And let not the sin of his mother be plotted out.
Let them be before the Lord continually.
That he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.
Because that he remembered not to show mercy.
But persecuted the poor and needy man.
That he might even slay the broken in heart.
As he loved cursing.
So let it come onto him.
As he delighted, not in blessing.
So let it be far from him.
As he clothed himself with cursing.
Like as with his garment.
So, let it come into his bowels, like water and like oil into his bones.
Let it be unto him as the garment, which cover with him and for a girdle
where with he has girdled continually.
Let this be the reward of mine, adversaries from the Lord.
And of them that speak evil against my soul.
But do thou for me.
Oh God.
The Lord for thy namesake.
Because I, mercy is good.
Deliver that me.
For, I am poor and needy.
And my heart is wounded within me.
I'm gone like the shadow when it declined.
It.
I am tossed up and down.
That's the locus.
My knees are weak through fasting and my flesh fail.
Of fatness.
I became also a reproach, tend to them.
When they looked upon me, they shake their heads.
Help me, uh, Lord, my God.
Oh, save me according to thy mercy, that they may know that this is thy
hand, that thou Lord has done it.
Let them curse, but bless the.
When they arise, let them be ashamed.
But let they serve in rejoice.
Led my knit adversaries be clothed with shame.
And let them cover themselves with their own confusion as with a mantle.
I will greatly praise the Lord with my mouth.
Yeah, I will praise him among the multitude.
For, he shall stand at the right hand of the poor.
To save him from those that condemn his soul.