¹⁹ See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.

¹¹ And David saith unto Abishai, and unto all his servants, `Lo, my son who came out of my bowels is seeking my life, and also surely now the Benjamite; leave him alone, and let him revile, for Jehovah hath said `so' to him;

¹⁴ O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,

⁷ If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.

⁴ Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.

¹¹ A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence -- evil hunteth to overflowing.

³ For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

² and the chief priests and the scribes were seeking how they may take him up, for they were afraid of the people.

⁵ and they were the more urgent, saying -- `He doth stir up the people, teaching throughout the whole of Judea -- having begun from Galilee -- unto this place.'

⁴ My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

² Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many `are' fighting against me, O most High,

² and come upon him, and he weary and feeble-handed, and I have caused him to tremble, and all the people have fled who `are' with him, and I have smitten the king by himself,

³ and I bring back all the people unto thee -- as the turning back of the whole `is' the man whom thou art seeking -- all the people are peace.

⁴ And the thing is right in the eyes of Absalom, and in the eyes of all the elders of Israel.

¹ A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

² Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

⁵ Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

⁴⁸ My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.

² When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.

¹² Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.

¹⁹ And mine enemies `are' lively, They have been strong, and those hating me without cause, Have been multiplied.

² Mischiefs doth thy tongue devise, Like a sharp razor, working deceit.

²¹ but they were calling out, saying, `Crucify, crucify him.'

²² And he a third time said unto them, `Why, what evil did he? no cause of death did I find in him; having chastised him, then, I will release `him'.'

²³ And they were pressing with loud voices asking him to be crucified, and their voices, and those of the chief priests, were prevailing,