⁵ Mine enemies speak evil against me, `saying', When will he die, and his name perish?

¹⁷ His remembrance shall perish from the earth, And he shall have no name in the street.

⁷ Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?

⁶ But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised of the people.

⁷ All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, `saying',

⁸ Commit `thyself' unto Jehovah; Let him deliver him: Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.

¹² They also that seek after my life lay snares `for me'; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.

⁸ Mine enemies reproach me all the day; They that are mad against me do curse by me.

⁷ The memory of the righteous is blessed; But the name of the wicked shall rot.