The Wicked

For the Lord watches over the path of the godly, but the path of the wicked leads to destruction.
Only ask, and I will give you the nations as your inheritance, the ends of the earth as your possession.

I am not afraid of ten thousand enemies who surround me on every side.
Don't sin by letting anger gain control over you. Think about it overnight and remain silent.

My enemies cannot speak one truthful word. Their deepest desire is to destroy others. Their talk is foul, like the stench from an open grave. Their speech is filled with flattery.
I am worn out from sobbing. Every night tears drench my bed; my pillow is wet from weeping.

If you don't, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me.
They lurk in dark alleys, murdering the innocent who pass by. They are always searching for some helpless victim. Like lions they crouch silently.

How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul, with sorrow in my heart every day? How long will my enemy have the upper hand?
They track me down, surround me,
and throw me to the ground. They are like hungry lions, eager to tear me apart; like young lions in hiding, waiting for their chance.

When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh, when my enemies and my foes attack me,
they will stumble and fall.
Many sorrows come to the wicked,
but unfailing love surrounds those who trust the Lord.