Psalms 109:1-15

God of all my praise, don’t stand silently by, aloof to my pain, while the wicked slander me with their lies. Even right in front of my face they lie through their teeth. I’ve done nothing to them, but they still surround me with their venomous words of hatred and vitriol. Though I love them, they stand accusing me like Satan for what I’ve never done. I will pray until I become prayer itself. They continually repay me with evil when I show them good. They give me hatred when I show them love. Show him how it feels! Let accusing liars be raised up against him, like Satan himself standing right next to him. And let him be declared guilty by a wicked judge. May even his prayers be seen as sinful! Shorten his life and let another replace him! Make his wife a widow and his children orphans! Let them wander as beggars in the street, like homeless vagabonds, evicted from their ruins! Let the creditors seize his entire estate, and strangers, like vultures, take all that’s left! Let no one be kind to him by showing pity to his fatherless children! May all his posterity die with him! Cut down his family tree! And may all the sins of his ancestors be recorded, remembered before you, forever! Cut off even the memory of his family from the face of the earth