³ For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.

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,

¹ To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David. The transgression of the wicked Is affirming within my heart, `Fear of God is not before his eyes,

³ and these things they will do to you, because they did not know the Father, nor me.

²⁰ And the chief priests and the elders did persuade the multitudes that they might ask for themselves Barabbas, and might destroy Jesus;

²¹ and the governor answering said to them, `Which of the two will ye `that' I shall release to you?' And they said, `Barabbas.'

²² Pilate saith to them, `What then shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?' They all say to him, `Let be crucified!'

²³ And the governor said, `Why, what evil did he?' and they were crying out the more, saying, `Let be crucified.'

⁸ A stranger I have been to my brother, And a foreigner to sons of my mother.

³ For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.

⁴ Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.

⁵ And Thou, Jehovah, God of Hosts, God of Israel, Awake to inspect all the nations. Favour not any treacherous dealers of iniquity. Selah.

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

¹⁴ They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.

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.

⁸ I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because -- at my right hand I am not moved.

¹³ My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

¹⁴ Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,

¹⁵ Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.