My enemies speak evil against me,
“When will he die, and his name perish?”
“Memory of him perishes from the earth,
And he has no name abroad.
He perishes forever like his refuse;
Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
But I am a worm and not a man,
A reproach of men and despised by the people.
Those who seek my life lay snares for me;
And those who seek to injure me have threatened destruction,
And they devise treachery all day long.
My enemies have reproached me all day long;
Those who deride me have used my name as a curse.
The memory of the righteous is blessed,
But the name of the wicked will rot.