God of my praise, do not remain in silence. Wicked mouths surround me with deceit. For my love they answer me with hatred, Yet I give myself to prayer. Stand at my right hand, Lord, For I am poor and wounded in my heart. I fade like evening shadow, Shaken off like one small locust. Let the lying accuser face the judgment That his cruelty sought to place on me. Let the harm he loved return upon him; Let his curse become his covering. But deal with me according to Your mercy. Save me for Your faithful name is good. Then they will know Your hand has done it; They may curse, but You will bless. I will praise the Lord among the multitude, For He stands beside the poor.