Then from the wicked the light is withheld, and the arm raised in violence is broken.

On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.

Why do the nations rebel? Why are the countries devising plots that will fail?

They say, “Let’s tear off the shackles they’ve put on us! Let’s free ourselves from their ropes!”

See the one who is pregnant with wickedness, who conceives destructive plans, and gives birth to harmful lies –

For you deliver oppressed people, but you bring down those who have a proud look.

May he send you help from his temple; from Zion may he give you support!

They are dividing up my clothes among themselves; they are rolling dice for my garments.

Watch my enemies, for they outnumber me; they hate me and want to harm me.

Be strong and confident, all you who wait on the Lord!

Magnify the Lord with me! Let’s praise his name together!

The Lord laughs in disgust at them, for he knows that their day is coming.

For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.

Yes, I confess my wrongdoing, and I am concerned about my sins.

Sing to God! Sing! Sing to our king! Sing!

God reigns over the nations! God sits on his holy throne!

Walk around Zion! Encircle it! Count its towers!

You do damage with words, and use your tongue to deceive.

You love evil more than good, lies more than speaking the truth. (Selah)

Look, I will escape to a distant place; I will stay in the wilderness. (Selah)