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Let the enemy pursue my soul and overtake it;
And let him trample my life down to the ground
And lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

Arise, O Lord, confront him, bring him low;
Deliver my soul from the wicked with Your sword,

My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.

Then he passed away, and lo, he was no more;
I sought for him, but he could not be found.

Those who seek my life lay snares for me;
And those who seek to injure me have threatened destruction,
And they devise treachery all day long.

For, lo, the kings assembled themselves,
They passed by together.

My soul is among lions;
I must lie among those who breathe forth fire,
Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows
And their tongue a sharp sword.

Men of low degree are only vanity and men of rank are a lie;
In the balances they go up;
They are together lighter than breath.

When you lie down among the sheepfolds,
You are like the wings of a dove covered with silver,
And its pinions with glistening gold.

For He established a testimony in Jacob
And appointed a law in Israel,
Which He commanded our fathers
That they should teach them to their children,

Do not remember the iniquities of our forefathers against us;
Let Your compassion come quickly to meet us,
For we are brought very low.

The bird also has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.

Forsaken among the dead,
Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom You remember no more,
And they are cut off from Your hand.

“If his sons forsake My law
And do not walk in My judgments,

Once I have sworn by My holiness;
I will not lie to David.

When the sun rises they withdraw
And lie down in their dens.

The cords of the wicked have encircled me,
But I have not forgotten Your law.

The law of Your mouth is better to me
Than thousands of gold and silver pieces.

May Your compassion come to me that I may live,
For Your law is my delight.

May the arrogant be ashamed, for they subvert me with a lie;
But I shall meditate on Your precepts.

The arrogant have dug pits for me,
Men who are not in accord with Your law.

If Your law had not been my delight,
Then I would have perished in my affliction.

My life is continually in my hand,
Yet I do not forget Your law.

My eyes shed streams of water,
Because they do not keep Your law.

Those who follow after wickedness draw near;
They are far from Your law.

Resh.
Look upon my affliction and rescue me,
For I do not forget Your law.

I long for Your salvation, O Lord,
And Your law is my delight.

“Surely I will not enter my house,
Nor lie on my bed;

Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will lay hold of me.

Give heed to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are too strong for me.