⁵ Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth -- his name hath perished!

¹⁷ His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

⁷ As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

⁶ And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.

⁷ All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,

⁸ `Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

¹² And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.

⁸ All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

⁷ The remembrance of the righteous `is' for a blessing, And the name of the wicked doth rot.