For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.

Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.

Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble for wars.

They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.

They are ashamed, they are consumed, Who are opposing my soul, They are covered with reproach and blushing, Who are seeking my evil,