1. By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,
2. Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,
3. And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, `Thy salvation I [am].'
4. They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
5. They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
6. Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.
7. For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8. Meet him doth desolation--he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
9. And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.
10. All my bones say, `Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'