1 For the music director, to be accompanied by stringed instruments; a well-written song by David. Listen, O God, to my prayer! Do not ignore my appeal for mercy!
3 because of what the enemy says, and because of how the wicked pressure me, for they hurl trouble down upon me and angrily attack me.
10 Day and night they walk around on its walls, while wickedness and destruction are within it.
12 Indeed, it is not an enemy who insults me, or else I could bear it; it is not one who hates me who arrogantly taunts me, or else I could hide from him.
14 We would share personal thoughts with each other; in God's temple we would walk together among the crowd.
15 May death destroy them! May they go down alive into Sheol! For evil is in their dwelling place and in their midst.
18 He will rescue me and protect me from those who attack me, even though they greatly outnumber me.
19 God, the one who has reigned as king from long ago, will hear and humiliate them. (Selah) They refuse to change, and do not fear God.
21 His words are as smooth as butter, but he harbors animosity in his heart. His words seem softer than oil, but they are really like sharp swords.
22 Throw your burden upon the Lord, and he will sustain you. He will never allow the godly to be upended.