⁵ Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

⁷ The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.

⁸ Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.

¹² They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

⁷ Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?

⁶ But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

⁷ All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸ He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

¹⁷ His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.