O Lord, you decieved me, and I was deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brough me
insult and reproach all day long.

But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name",
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up within my bones.
I am weary of holding it in,
indeed, I cannot.
I hear many whispering,
Terror on every side!
Report him! Let's report him!
All my friends
are waiting for me to slip saying,
"Perhaps he will be decieved;
then we will prevail over him
and take our revenge on him.

But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior;
so my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.
They will fall and be thoroughly disgraced;
their dishonor will never be forgotten.
O Lord Almighty, you who examine the
righteous and probe the heart and mind,
let me see vengeance upon
them,
for to you I have committed my
cause.

Sing to the Lord!
Give praise to the Lord!
He rescues the life of the needy
from the hands of the wicked.

Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me
not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought my
father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
"A child is born to you--a son!"
May that man be like the towns
the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon,

For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.
Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?