May his days be few! May another take his job!

For the music director, a psalm of David. O God whom I praise, do not ignore me!

Appoint an evil man to testify against him! May an accuser stand at his right side!

May his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow!

They repay my love with accusations, but I continue to pray.

I am disdained by them. When they see me, they shake their heads.

O sovereign Lord, intervene on my behalf for the sake of your reputation! Because your loyal love is good, deliver me!

They repay me evil for good, and hate for love.

They surround me and say hateful things; they attack me for no reason.

because he stands at the right hand of the needy, to deliver him from those who threaten his life.

He made cursing a way of life, so curses poured into his stomach like water and seeped into his bones like oil.

When he is judged, he will be found guilty! Then his prayer will be regarded as sinful.

For they say cruel and deceptive things to me; they lie to me.

He loved to curse others, so those curses have come upon him. He had no desire to bless anyone, so he has experienced no blessings.

For I am oppressed and needy, and my heart beats violently within me.

I will thank the Lord profusely, in the middle of a crowd I will praise him,

I am so starved my knees shake; I have turned into skin and bones.

My accusers will be covered with shame, and draped in humiliation as if it were a robe.

May his children roam around begging, asking for handouts as they leave their ruined home!

Help me, O Lord my God! Because you are faithful to me, deliver me!

May his ancestors' sins be remembered by the Lord! May his mother's sin not be forgotten!

May the Lord repay my accusers in this way, those who say evil things about me!

For he never bothered to show kindness; he harassed the oppressed and needy, and killed the disheartened.

May his descendants be cut off! May the memory of them be wiped out by the time the next generation arrives!

May the creditor seize all he owns! May strangers loot his property!

I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.

They curse, but you will bless. When they attack, they will be humiliated, but your servant will rejoice.

May a curse attach itself to him, like a garment one puts on, or a belt one wears continually!

Then they will realize this is your work, and that you, Lord, have accomplished it.

May the Lord be constantly aware of them, and cut off the memory of his children from the earth!

May no one show him kindness! May no one have compassion on his fatherless children!