The wicked arrogantly chase the oppressed; the oppressed are trapped by the schemes the wicked have dreamed up.

Yes, they intend to do you harm; they dream up a scheme, but they do not succeed.

who plan ways to harm me. All day long they stir up conflict.

O Lord, shelter me from the power of the wicked! Protect me from violent men, who plan to knock me over.

They sing to the tune of stringed instruments; like David they invent musical instruments.

People will not praise Moab any more. The enemy will capture Heshbon and plot how to destroy Moab, saying, ‘Come, let’s put an end to that nation!’ City of Madmen, you will also be destroyed. A destructive army will march against you.

Before this I had been like a docile lamb ready to be led to the slaughter. I did not know they were making plans to kill me. I did not know they were saying, “Let’s destroy the tree along with its fruit! Let’s remove Jeremiah from the world of the living so people will not even be reminded of him any more.”