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?