Psalm 109
Deus, laudem
1 Hold not your tongue, O God of my praise,*
for the mouth of the ungodly, the mouth of the deceitful is opened upon me.
2 They have spoken against me with false tongues;*
they encompassed me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
3 In return for the love that I had for them, they have become my adversaries;*
but I give myself to prayer.
4 Thus have they rewarded me evil for good,*
and hatred for my love.
5 Set an ungodly man to be ruler over him,*
and let an accuser stand at his right hand.
6 When judgment is given, let him be condemned,*
and let sentence be passed on him for guilt.
7 Let his days be few,*
and let another take his office.
8 Let his children be fatherless*
and his wife a widow.
9 Let his children be vagabonds and beg their bread;*
let them be driven out, even from desolate places.
10 Let the creditor consume all that he has,*
and let strangers take his labor for spoil.
11 Let there be no one to pity him,*
nor to have compassion upon his fatherless children.
12 Let his posterity be destroyed,*
and in the next generation let his name be blotted out.
13 Let the wickedness of his fathers be held in remembrance in the sight of the Lord,*
and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
14 Let them be always before the Lord,*
that he may root out the memorial of them from the earth,
15 Because he was not minded to do good,*
but persecuted to death the poor and needy, and those who were brokenhearted.
16 His delight was in cursing; let curses come upon him;*
he loved not blessing; therefore let it be far from him.
17 He clothed himself with cursing as with a garment,*
so let it soak into his body like water, and like oil into his bones.
18 Let it be to him as the cloak that he has on*
and as the belt that he always wears.
19 Let this be the recompense from the Lord to my enemies,*
and to those who speak evil against my soul.
20 But deal with me, O Lord God, according to your Name;*
for sweet is your mercy.
21 O deliver me, for I am helpless and poor,*
and my heart is wounded within me.
22 I disappear like the shadow that lengthens,*
and am shaken off like a grasshopper.
23 My knees are weak through fasting;*
my flesh is grown lean for want of nourishment.
24 I have become a reproach to them;*
when they look on me, they shake their heads.
25 Help me, O Lord my God;*
save me according to your mercy;
26 And they shall know that this is your hand,*
and that you, O Lord, have done it.
27 Though they curse, yet you bless;*
let them be confounded who rise up against me, but let your servant rejoice.
28 Let my adversaries be clothed with shame,*
and let them cover themselves with their own disgrace as with a cloak.
29 As for me, I will give great thanks unto the Lord with my mouth,*
and praise him among the multitude,
30 For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor,*
to save their souls from the unrighteous judges.
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