16 For he never thought of helping
those in trouble or distress;
but to death the poor he hounded,
and the weak and comfortless.
17 He was always cursing others—
may his curse on him rebound;
he took no delight in blessing—
far from him may it be found.
18 He wore cursing as his garment—
to his bones it soaked like oil;
it poured down his throat like water.
19 May his curses round him coil.
May they cling to him forever,
wrapped around him like a cloak.
20 May this be the LORD’s repayment
to those false, accusing folk.
21 But, O Sovereign LORD, in mercy
deal with me for your name’s sake;
save me in your love and goodness,
and my life from danger take.
22 For I am both poor and needy;
crushed within me is my heart.
23 I am feeble, like an insect;
like a shadow I depart.
24 See, my knees give way from fasting;
and my frame is thin and gaunt.
25 My accusers, when they see me,
shake their heads at me and taunt.
26 LORD my God, draw near and help me;
save me in your steadfast love.
27 Let them know your hand has done it,
that my help comes from above.
28 They may curse, but you will bless me,
and your servant will give praise.
29 Clothed with shame be my accusers,
my attackers with disgrace.
30 I will loudly sing God’s praises,
and extol him in the throng;
31 For he helps and saves the needy
from all those who do them wrong.
– Sing Psalms, alt.
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