7 Lord, you coerced me into being a prophet, and I allowed you to do it.You overcame my resistance and prevailed over me.Now I have become a constant laughingstock.Everyone ridicules me.
8 For whenever I prophesy, I must cry out,“Violence and destruction are coming!”This message from the Lord has made mean object of continual insults and derision.
9 Sometimes I think, “I will make no mention of his message.I will not speak as his messenger any more.”But then his message becomes like a firelocked up inside of me, burning in my heart and soul.I grow weary of trying to hold it in;I cannot contain it.
10 I hear many whispering words of intrigue against me.Those who would cause me terror are everywhere!They are saying, “Come on, let’s publicly denounce him!”All my so-called friends are just watching for something that would lead to my downfall.They say, “Perhaps he can be enticed into slipping up,so we can prevail over him and get our revenge on him.
11 But the Lord is with me to help me like an awe-inspiring warrior.Therefore those who persecute me will fail and will not prevail over me.They will be thoroughly disgraced because they did not succeed.Their disgrace will never be forgotten.
12 O Lord who rules over all, you test and prove the righteous.You see into people’s hearts and minds.Pay them back for what they have donebecause I trust you to vindicate my cause.
13 Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord!For he rescues the oppressed from the clutches of evildoers.