Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God.
Many are saying of me, There is no help for him in God. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!
Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God.
So many are talking about me: “Even God won’t help him.”
Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? Many are they who rise up against me.
