I praise You – I don’t remain quiet.
Wicked men speak against me – they speak lies, hatred, accusations.
I am a person of prayer. They repay me evil for good, hatred for friendship, betrayal for love.
Appoint an evil man for the evil man. Send him an accuser, find him guilty, let his prayers condemn him. His days will be few, someone else will take over leadership. His children will be fatherless and wandering beggars. A creditor will seize all he owns and strangers will enjoy the fruits of his labor. No one will have pity or mercy. The family name will be blotted out. God will never forgive him. He never thought of doing a kind deed, but hounded the poor to death. May the curse he put on others return to him.
Deal well with me. Deliver me.
I am poor, needy, wounded, fading away, scorned.
Help me, save me.
Men may curse, but God will bless.
I will extol God and praise Him for He stands at the right hand of the needy one and saves his life from those who condemn him.
I remember finding this psalm when I was recovering from my divorce. Every time I came across it, I would pray it with venom in my voice. But the more I allowed God to heal me and the more I forgave, the less venom and the more pity accompanied my prayer.