Pour out your wrath on them; let your fierce anger overtake them.
May their place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in their tents.
For they persecute those you wound and talk about the pain of those you hurt.
Charge them with crime upon crime; do not let them share in your salvation.
May they be blotted out of the book of life and not be listed with the righteous.
But as for me, afflicted and in pain— may your salvation, God, protect me.
I will praise God’s name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving.
This will please the LORD more than an ox, more than a bull with its horns and hooves.
The poor will see and be glad— you who seek God, may your hearts live!
The LORD hears the needy and does not despise his captive people.
Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and all that move in them,