For whenever I speak, I cry out- I proclaim: Violence and destruction!a because the word of the Lord has become for me constant disgrace and derision.
If I say: I won't mention Him or speak any longer in His name, His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones. I become tired of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
For I have heard the gossip of the multitudes, "Terror is on every side!bc Report [him]; let's report him!" Everyone I trustedd watches for my fall.e "Perhaps he will be deceived so that we might prevail against him and take our vengeance on him."
But the Lord is with me like a violent warrior.f Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly shamed, an everlasting humiliation that will never be forgotten.
Lord of Hosts, testing the righteous and seeing the heartg and mind, let me see Your vengeance on them, for I have presented my case to You.h13
Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord, for He rescues the life of the needy from the hand of evil people.
Cursed be the day on which I was born.i The day my mother bore me- let it never be blessed.
Cursed be the man who brought the news to my father, saying, "A male child is born to you," bringing him great joy.
Let that man be like the cities the Lord overthrew without compassion. Let him hear an outcry in the morning and a war cry at noontime
because he didn't kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, her womb eternally pregnant.
Why did I come out of the womb to see [only] struggle and sorrow, to end my life in shame?