But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, And they shall have no way to flee; And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.
To the end that (my) glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
But God will smite through the head of his enemies, The hairy scalp of such a one as goeth on still in his guiltiness.
The bloodthirsty hate him that is perfect; And as for the upright, they seek his life.
For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith Jehovah; because they have called thee an outcast, (saying), It is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.