They have almost destroyed me here on the earth, but I do not reject your precepts.

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

My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.

Pour out your judgment on them! May your raging anger overtake them!

He sent swarms of biting insects against them, as well as frogs that overran their land.

He gave their crops to the grasshopper, the fruit of their labor to the locust.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

Smoke ascended from his nose; fire devoured as it came from his mouth; he hurled down fiery coals.

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

Why do you remain inactive? Intervene and destroy him!

They devise unjust schemes; they disguise a well-conceived plot. Man’s inner thoughts cannot be discovered.

I will offer up to you fattened animals as burnt sacrifices, along with the smell of sacrificial rams. I will offer cattle and goats. (Selah)