If I had not found encouragement in your law, I would have died in my sorrow.

The wicked prepare to kill me, yet I concentrate on your rules.

Certainly the Lord guards the way of the godly, but the way of the wicked ends in destruction.

When my enemies turn back, they trip and are defeated before you.

The Lord rules forever! The nations are driven out of his land.

You destroy their offspring from the earth, their descendants from among the human race.

I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.

Yes, look! Those far from you die; you destroy everyone who is unfaithful to you.

It is burned and cut down. They die because you are displeased with them.

May they be humiliated and continually terrified! May they die in shame!

Their life’s breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.

You destroy liars; the Lord despises violent and deceitful people.

You terrified the nations with your battle cry; you destroyed the wicked; you permanently wiped out all memory of them.

The enemy’s cities have been reduced to permanent ruins; you destroyed their cities; all memory of the enemies has perished.

for the needy are not permanently ignored, the hopes of the oppressed are not forever dashed.

But evil men will die; the Lord’s enemies will be incinerated – they will go up in smoke.

My enemies ask this cruel question about me, ‘When will he finally die and be forgotten?’

Surely one sees that even wise people die; fools and spiritually insensitive people all pass away and leave their wealth to others.

As smoke is driven away by the wind, so you drive them away. As wax melts before fire, so the wicked are destroyed before God.

They will perish, but you will endure. They will wear out like a garment; like clothes you will remove them and they will disappear.