My enemies ask this cruel question about me, 'When will he finally die and be forgotten?'

They return in the evening; they growl like a dog and prowl around outside the city.

They return in the evening; they growl like a dog and prowl around outside the city.

My God, rescue me from the power of the wicked, from the hand of the cruel oppressor!

Cruel rulers are not your allies, those who make oppressive laws.

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