King James VersionPsalms109

Psalms

1 Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
2 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.
3 They com­passed me about also with words of ha­tred; and fought against me with­out a cause.
4 For my love they are my ad­ver­saries: but I ­give my­self unto prayer.
5 And they have re­ward­ed me evil for good, and ha­tred for my love.
6 Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Sa­tan stand at his right hand.
7 When he shall be judged, let him be con­demned: and let his prayer be­come sin.
8 Let his days be few; and let an­oth­er take his of­fice.
9 Let his chil­dren be fa­ther­less, and his wife a wid­ow.
10 Let his chil­dren be con­tin­u­al­ly vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their des­o­late places.
11 Let the ex­tor­tion­er catch all that he hath; and let the strangers spoil his labour.
12 Let there be none to ex­tend mer­cy unto him: nei­ther let there be any to favour his fa­ther­less chil­dren.
13 Let his pos­ter­i­ty be cut off; and in the gen­er­a­tion fol­low­ing let their name be blot­ted out.
14 Let the in­iq­ui­ty of his fa­thers be re­mem­bered with the LORD; and let not the sin of his moth­er be blot­ted out.
15 Let them be be­fore the LORD con­tin­u­al­ly, that he may cut off the mem­o­ry of them from the earth.
16 Be­cause that he re­mem­bered not to shew mer­cy, but per­se­cut­ed the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the bro­ken in heart.
17 As he loved curs­ing, so let it come unto him: as he de­light­ed not in bless­ing, so let it be far from him.
18 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.
19 Let it be unto him as the gar­ment which cov­ereth him, and for a gir­dle where­with he is gird­ed con­tin­u­al­ly.
20 Let this be the re­ward of mine ad­ver­saries from the LORD, and of them that speak evil against my soul.
21 But do thou for me, O GOD the Lord, for thy name's sake: be­cause thy mer­cy is good, de­liv­er thou me.
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wound­ed with­in me.
23 I am gone like the shad­ow when it de­clineth: I am tossed up and down as the lo­cust.
24 My knees are weak through fast­ing; and my flesh faileth of fat­ness.
25 I be­came also a re­proach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads.
26 Help me, O LORD my God: O save me ac­cord­ing to thy mer­cy:
27 That they may know that this is thy hand; that thou, LORD, hast done it.
28 Let them curse, but bless thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed; but let thy ser­vant re­joice.
29 Let mine ad­ver­saries be clothed with shame, and let them cov­er them­selves with their own con­fu­sion, as with a man­tle.
30 I will great­ly praise the LORD with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the mul­ti­tude.
31 For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that con­demn his soul.