Psalm 109

1 God, my Praise, O be not silent! 2 Wicked and deceitful mouths now are open wide against me; lying tongues against me speak.3 They with hateful words beset me; they attack me without cause.4 Spurning my love, they accuse me, even when I pray for them.

5 So for good they pay me evil, give me hatred for my love.6 Set a wicked man against him, an accuser let him face.7 When he's tried, let him be guilty; let his prayer be counted sin.8 May his days be few in number; may another seize his goods.

9 Without father be his children, may his wife a widow be.10 May his children beg and wander driven from their ruined homes.11 May the lender make him bankrupt; strangers steal his hard-earned cash.12 Let not one show kindness to him; let none help his orphans sons! 

13 His posterity be cut off! May none live to claim his name! 14 May the evil of his fathers be recalled before the LORD. May no wrong deed of his mother from the record be erased.15 May they all before the LORD stand, prune from earth their memory.

16 For he thought not to show mercy, but he persecuted still; and he chased the broken-hearted, poor and needy to their death.17 He loved cursing; curses on him! He loathed blessing; give him none! 18 Like a coat he put on cursing; water may it be to him. 

Let his curses soak into him, be like oil within his bones, 19 like the garb he wraps around him, like the belt he daily wears. 20 May this be to my accusers from the Lord their just reward; this to those who speak but evil, who speak out against my life.

1 God, my Praise, O be not silent! 2 Wicked and deceitful mouths now are open wide against me; lying tongues against me speak.

21 But may you my God, Jehovah, act for me for your name's sake. Great in goodness is your mercy! Rescue me in steadfast love.

	22 I am very poor and needy; stricken in me is my heart. 23 I am gone like ev'ning shadow, like a locust shaken off. 24 Both my knees are weak from fasting; gaunt my body has become. 25 Scorned am I by my accusers; seeing me, they shake their heads.
	26 Help me, O my God, Jehovah; save me in your mercy great. 27 Let them know that this is your hand; you, O LORD, have done it all. 28 Let them curse me if you bless me. Let my foes be put to shame;     But may gladness fill your servant 29 while dishonor covers them.
	Clothed with shame be my accusers, wrapped up in their own disgrace. 30 With my mouth then will I offer great thanksgiving to the LORD.      In the midst of thronging people, I will praise him, 31 for he stands      At the right hand of the needy, saving him from men of death. Tune: St. Hilda 8.7.8.7.D Hail Thou Once Despised Jesus (or Cassell 8.7.8.7.D)