Psalm 109
The Song of the Slandered
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
¹ O God of my praise, be not silent.
² For wicked and deceitful mouths open against me; they speak against me with lying tongues.
³ They surround me with hateful words and attack me without cause.
⁴ In return for my love they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.
⁵ They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
⁶ Set over him a wicked man; let an accuser stand at his right hand.
⁷ When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayer be regarded as sin.
⁸ May his days be few; may another take his position.1
⁹ May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow.
¹⁰ May his children wander as beggars, seeking sustenance 2 far from their ruined homes.
¹¹ May the creditor seize all he owns, and strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
¹² May there be no one to extend kindness to him, and no one to favor his fatherless children.
¹³ May his descendants be cut off; may their name be blotted out from the next generation.
¹⁴ May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD, and the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
¹⁵ May their sins always remain before the LORD, that He may cut off their memory from the earth.
¹⁶ For he never thought to show kindness, but pursued the poor and needy and brokenhearted, even to their death.
¹⁷ The cursing that he loved, may it fall on him; the blessing in which he refused to delight, may it be far from him.
¹⁸ The cursing that he wore like a coat, may it soak into his body like water, and into his bones like oil.
¹⁹ May it be like a robe wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him.
²⁰ May this be the LORD’s reward to my accusers, to those who speak evil against me.
²¹ But You, O GOD, the Lord, deal kindly with me for the sake of Your name; deliver me by the goodness of Your loving devotion.
²² For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me.
²³ I am fading away like a lengthening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
²⁴ My knees are weak from fasting, and my body grows lean and gaunt.
²⁵ I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.
²⁶ Help me, O LORD my God; save me according to Your loving devotion.
²⁷ Let them know that this is Your hand, that You, O LORD, have done it.
²⁸ Though they curse, You will bless. When they rise up, they will be put to shame, but Your servant will rejoice.
²⁹ May my accusers be clothed with disgrace; may they wear their shame like a robe.
³⁰ With my mouth I will thank the LORD profusely; I will praise Him in the presence of many.
³¹ For He stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save him from the condemners of his soul.