Even my close friend whom I trusted, he who shared meals with me, has turned against me.

By this I know that you are pleased with me, for my enemy does not triumph over me.

One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.

Their grave becomes their permanent residence, their eternal dwelling place. They name their lands after themselves,

God says this to the evildoer: “How can you declare my commands, and talk about my covenant?

because of what the enemy says, and because of how the wicked pressure me, for they hurl trouble down upon me and angrily attack me.

Indeed, it is not an enemy who insults me, or else I could bear it; it is not one who hates me who arrogantly taunts me, or else I could hide from him.

All day long they cause me trouble; they make a habit of plotting my demise.

Moab is my washbasin. I will make Edom serve me. I will shout in triumph over Philistia.”

Certainly zeal for your house consumes me; I endure the insults of those who insult you.

O God, arrogant men attack me; a gang of ruthless men, who do not respect you, seek my life.

I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me; I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.

Moab is my wash basin. I will make Edom serve me. I will shout in triumph over Philistia.”

For they say cruel and deceptive things to me; they lie to me.

Arrogant people smear my reputation with lies, but I observe your precepts with all my heart.

I hate your new moon festivals and assemblies; they are a burden that I am tired of carrying.

The people I call my own have turned on me like a lion in the forest. They have roared defiantly at me. So I will treat them as though I hate them.

People of Jerusalem, go up to Lebanon and cry out in mourning. Go to the land of Bashan and cry out loudly. Cry out in mourning from the mountains of Moab. For your allies have all been defeated.

ה (He) Those who once feasted on delicacies are now starving to death in the streets. Those who grew up wearing expensive clothes are now dying amid garbage.

A wind lifted me up and carried me away. I went bitterly, my spirit full of fury, and the hand of the Lord rested powerfully on me.