Psalm 35

¹By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,

²Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,

³And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I [am].'

⁴They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.

⁵They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.

⁶Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.

⁷For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

⁸Meet him doth desolation — he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

⁹And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.

¹⁰All my bones say, 'Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

¹¹Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

¹²They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,

¹³And I — in their sickness my clothing [is] sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

¹⁴As [if] a friend, as [if] my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.