Psalm 35
A Psalm of David.
Oppose those who oppose me;
fight those who choose to fight.
Take up your shield and armor;
arise and aid my plight.
Lift up your spear and javelin
against those who pursue;
And, let me hear your whisper,
I've come to ransom you.
Bring shame and great dishonor
to those who'd take my soul;
confound those who would harm me
and turn them from their goal.
May they be chaff, wind-driven
by angels you've assigned;
their way be slick and darkened,
as angels chase behind.
Without a valid reason,
they lay traps I can't see;
without consideration,
they dig deep pits for me.
May sudden ruination
befall them unawares;
let them become entangled
and trapped by their own snares.
Allow them to be swallowed
by their own holes — destroyed!
My soul, in your salvation,
will then be overjoyed.
My bones cry out, Who's like you;
who gives the poor relief?
Who else protects the helpless
and needy from the thief?
Malicious accusations
by witnesses are brought,
bombarding me with questions
of things which I know not.
My good repaid with evil,
I'm left as one bereaved.
And, yet, when they were ailing,
in sackcloth was I grieved.
Oppose those who oppose me;
fight those who choose to fight.
Take up your shield and armor;
arise and aid my plight.
Lift up your spear and javelin
against those who pursue;
And, let me hear your whisper,
I've come to ransom you.
Bring shame and great dishonor
to those who'd take my soul;
confound those who would harm me
and turn them from their goal.
May they be chaff, wind-driven
by angels you've assigned;
their way be slick and darkened,
as angels chase behind.
Without a valid reason,
they lay traps I can't see;
without consideration,
they dig deep pits for me.
May sudden ruination
befall them unawares;
let them become entangled
and trapped by their own snares.
Allow them to be swallowed
by their own holes — destroyed!
My soul, in your salvation,
will then be overjoyed.
My bones cry out, Who's like you;
who gives the poor relief?
Who else protects the helpless
and needy from the thief?
Malicious accusations
by witnesses are brought,
bombarding me with questions
of things which I know not.
My good repaid with evil,
I'm left as one bereaved.
And, yet, when they were ailing,
in sackcloth was I grieved.
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