Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.

Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.

Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

Jehovah also giveth that which is good, And our land doth give its increase.

I profane not My covenant, And that which is going forth from My lips I change not.

Zain. Remember the word to Thy servant, On which Thou hast caused me to hope.

When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way in which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.