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

⁴ Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.

³ Judas, therefore, having taken the band and officers out of the chief priests and Pharisees, doth come thither with torches and lamps, and weapons;

⁴ Jesus, therefore, knowing all things that are coming upon him, having gone forth, said to them, `Whom do ye seek?'

⁵ they answered him, `Jesus the Nazarene;' Jesus saith to them, `I am `he';' -- and Judas who delivered him up was standing with them; --

⁶ when, therefore, he said to them -- `I am `he',' they went away backward, and fell to the ground.

²² Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

¹⁵ And many among them have stumbled and fallen, And been broken, and snared, and captured.

¹² They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

³ Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

⁴ Only -- from his excellency They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, with their mouth they bless, And with their heart revile. Selah.

⁴ Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.

¹⁶ And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

³⁸ I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,

³⁹ And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.

⁴⁰ As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.

⁴¹ They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.

⁴² And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.

⁴ Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.

³ In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.

³¹ If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, `O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

⁷ Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.