³ The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.

⁴ I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

⁵ My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

⁶ You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.

¹¹ Then he said to me, Son of man, these bones are all the children of Israel: and see, they are saying, Our bones have become dry our hope is gone, we are cut off completely.

⁶ He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.

⁶ Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

³ For men who are going after me have come out against me, violent men are purposing to take my soul; they have not put God before their eyes. (Selah.)

⁴ Let them be overcome and put to shame who make attempts to take my soul; let those who would do me damage be turned back and made foolish.

¹² I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.

¹³ False statements against me have come to my ears; fear was on every side: they were talking together against me, designing to take away my life.

⁹ From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.

¹⁰ They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.

¹¹ They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;

¹² Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.

¹³ Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.

⁵ Let my hater go after my soul and take it; let my life be crushed to the earth, and my honour into the dust. (Selah.)

¹ <Shiggaion of David; a song which he made to the Lord, about the words of Cush the Benjamite.> O Lord my God, I put my faith in you; take me out of the hands of him who is cruel to me, and make me free;

² So that he may not come rushing on my soul like a lion, wounding it, while there is no one to be my saviour.

¹¹ And Joab said to the man who had given him the news, If you saw this, why did you not put your sword through him, and I would have given you ten bits of silver and a band for your robe?

²² Then again Abner said to Asahel, Go to one side, do not keep on coming after me: why will you make me put an end to you? for then I will be shamed before your brother Joab.