Contend with them, O Lord, who contend with me, And fight against the ones who
now fight with me.
Armed with your shield and buckler, rise up to my aid.
Draw out the spear and stop my foes as they give chase, And say to my soul,
I am your deliverance.
Dishonor those who seek my soul, put them to shame.
Confound and turn them back who plot to bring me pain.
Let them be like the chap before the driving wind.
In dark and slippery paths, let your angel chase them.
But say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
For without cause they hid their net deep in a hole.
Without a cause they dug a pit to snare my soul.
Let ruin come upon them when they're unaware.
And let the net they hid from me become their snare.
And say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
Then my soul shall rejoice in the Lord, exalting in His deliverance.
All my bones say, who is like your Lord?
You who save the weak and the needy ones.
False witnesses rise up to ask me things unknown.
For good they pay back evil and my soul's forlorn.
When they were sick I prayed with fastened sackcloth worn.
As one laments his mother I bowed down and mourned.
Oh say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
But when I stumbled they rejoiced and gathered in.
These smiters whom I knew not slandered without end.
These feasting hypocrites mocked me and gnashed their teeth.
How long, oh Lord, will you look on?
Please rescue me.
And say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
Rescue me from their ravages and my life from all these lions.
Then I'll thank you, oh Lord, and praise you in the great congregation.
Let not these foes without a cause reign over me.
Against the quiet in the land they speak no peace.
With lying words they open wide their mouths at me.
Ah ha, they say, ah ha, for now our eyes have seen.
Oh say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
Oh Lord, you've seen, do not be silent or far off.
To my right cause awaken, oh my Lord and God.
Lord, in your righteousness prove me, let them not win.
Nor let them ever say, now we have swallowed him.
Please say to my soul, I am your deliverance.
Let all those who desire my good shout for joy and be glad and proclaim evermore.
Great is the Lord who delights in our health.
Now my tongue will give praise for he says of my soul, I am your deliverance,
I am your deliverance.