1. By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,
2. Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,
3. And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, `Thy salvation I [am].'
4. They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
5. They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
6. Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.