Let his days be few;
let another take over his position.

For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.God of my praise, do not be silent.

Set a wicked person over him;
let an accuser stand at his right hand.

Let his children be fatherless
and his wife a widow.

In return for my love they accuse me,
but I continue to pray.

I have become an object of ridicule to my accusers;
when they see me, they shake their heads in scorn.

But You, Yahweh my Lord,
deal kindly with me because of Your name;
deliver me because of the goodness of Your faithful love.

They repay me evil for good,
and hatred for my love.

They surround me with hateful words
and attack me without cause.

For He stands at the right hand of the needy
to save him from those who would condemn him.

He wore cursing like his coat—
let it enter his body like water
and go into his bones like oil.

When he is judged, let him be found guilty,
and let his prayer be counted as sin.

For wicked and deceitful mouths open against me;
they speak against me with lying tongues.

He loved cursing—let it fall on him;
he took no delight in blessing—let it be far from him.

For I am afflicted and needy;
my heart is wounded within me.

I will fervently thank the Lord with my mouth;
I will praise Him in the presence of many.

My knees are weak from fasting,
and my body is emaciated.

My accusers will be clothed with disgrace;
they will wear their shame like a cloak.

Let his children wander as beggars,
searching for food far from their demolished homes.

Help me, Lord my God;
save me according to Your faithful love

Let his ancestors’ guilt
be remembered before the Lord,
and do not let his mother’s sin be blotted out.

Let this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers,
to those who speak evil against me.

For he did not think to show kindness,
but pursued the afflicted, poor, and brokenhearted
in order to put them to death.

Let the line of his descendants be cut off;
let their name be blotted out in the next generation.

Let a creditor seize all he has;
let strangers plunder what he has worked for.

I fade away like a lengthening shadow;
I am shaken off like a locust.

Though they curse, You will bless.
When they rise up, they will be put to shame,
but Your servant will rejoice.

Let it be like a robe he wraps around himself,
like a belt he always wears.

so they may know that this is Your hand
and that You, Lord, have done it.

Let their sins always remain before the Lord,
and let Him erase all memory of them from the earth.

Let no one show him kindness,
and let no one be gracious to his fatherless children.