LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.

But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.

My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

And David said to Abishai, and to all his servants, Behold, my son, which came forth of my bowels, seeketh my life: how much more now may this Benjamite do it? let him alone, and let him curse; for the LORD hath bidden him.

And I will come upon him while he is weary and weak handed, and will make him afraid: and all the people that are with him shall flee; and I will smite the king only:

And the saying pleased Absalom well, and all the elders of Israel.

And the chief priests and scribes sought how they might kill him; for they feared the people.

And they were the more fierce, saying, He stirreth up the people, teaching throughout all Jewry, beginning from Galilee to this place.

But they cried, saying, Crucify him, crucify him.

And they were instant with loud voices, requiring that he might be crucified. And the voices of them and of the chief priests prevailed.

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man.

Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.

O God, the proud are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men have sought after my soul; and have not set thee before them.

Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;

Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.

Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.