¹⁷ He delivered me from my strong enemy, From those who hated me; for they were too mighty for me.

¹⁰ All my bones shall say, "Yahweh, who is like you, Who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him, Yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?"

¹⁴ Since then the children have shared in flesh and blood, he also himself in like manner partook of the same, that through death he might bring to nothing him who had the power of death, that is, the devil,

¹⁵ and might deliver all of them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.

⁶ Listen to my cry, For I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me.

¹⁰ Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of his might.

¹¹ Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

¹² For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood, but against the principalities, against the powers, against the world's rulers of the darkness of this age, and against the spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

¹⁴ But his citizens hated him, and sent an envoy after him, saying, 'We don't want this man to reign over us.'

⁷ Yahweh is on my side among those who help me. Therefore I will look in triumph at those who hate me.

⁴ Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.

⁵ God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren't hidden from you.

⁶ Don't let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Lord Yahweh of Hosts. Don't let those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, God of Israel.

⁷ Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face.

⁸ I have become a stranger to my brothers, An alien to my mother's children.

⁹ For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.

¹⁰ When I wept and I fasted, That was to my reproach.

¹¹ When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

¹² Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.

¹³ But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.

¹⁴ Deliver me out of the mire, and don't let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

¹⁹ But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous.

¹⁹ Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.

⁴⁰ You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, That I might cut off those who hate me.

⁴¹ They cried, but there was none to save; Even to Yahweh, but he didn't answer them.

¹³ Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, And lift me up from the gates of death;

⁹ He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

¹⁸ He delivered me from my strong enemy, From those who hated me; for they were too mighty for me.

¹ David spoke to Yahweh the words of this song in the day that Yahweh delivered him out of the hand of all his enemies, and out of the hand of Saul: