May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.

He rained also flesh on them as the dust; winged birds as the sand of the seas.

The mountains rose, the valleys sank down, to the place which you had assigned to them.

Then they believed his words. They sang his praise.

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.