³ My enemy has chased me.
    He has knocked me to the ground
    and forces me to live in darkness like those in the grave.

⁶ He has buried me in a dark place,
    like those long dead.

⁶ Hear my cry,
    for I am very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors,
    for they are too strong for me.

⁴ I am as good as dead,
    like a strong man with no strength left.
⁵ They have left me among the dead,
    and I lie like a corpse in a grave.
I am forgotten,
    cut off from your care.
⁶ You have thrown me into the lowest pit,
    into the darkest depths.

⁴ Bring shame and disgrace on those trying to kill me;
    turn them back and humiliate those who want to harm me.

⁹ Protect me from wicked people who attack me,
    from murderous enemies who surround me.
¹⁰ They are without pity.
    Listen to their boasting!
¹¹ They track me down and surround me,
    watching for the chance to throw me to the ground.
¹² They are like hungry lions, eager to tear me apart—
    like young lions hiding in ambush.

¹³ Arise, O Lord!
    Stand against them, and bring them to their knees!
    Rescue me from the wicked with your sword!

⁵ then let my enemies capture me.
    Let them trample me into the ground
    and drag my honor in the dust. Interlude

¹ I come to you for protection, O Lord my God.
    Save me from my persecutors—rescue me!
² If you don’t, they will maul me like a lion,
    tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me.