You made us an object of ridicule among the nations; foreigners treat us with contempt.

They put bitter poison into my food, and to quench my thirst they give me vinegar to drink.

For look, your enemies are making a commotion; those who hate you are hostile.

From the stream along the road he drinks; then he lifts up his head.

Your instructions are totally reliable; all your just regulations endure.

As for the heads of those who surround me – may the harm done by their lips overwhelm them!

All who see me taunt me; they mock me and shake their heads.

Indeed God strikes the heads of his enemies, the hairy foreheads of those who persist in rebellion.

He executes judgment against the nations; he fills the valleys with corpses; he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield.

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, and do not give Jerusalem priority over whatever gives me the most joy.

May the godly strike me in love and correct me! May my head not refuse choice oil! Indeed, my prayer is a witness against their evil deeds.