I have hated the observers of lying vanities, And I toward Jehovah have been confident.

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.

Thou hast loved evil rather than good, Lying, than speaking righteousness. Selah.

The sin of their mouth is a word of their lips, And they are captured in their pride, And from the curse and lying they recount.

Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.