Bless my enemies, O Lord.I bless them too, and do not curse them.
My enemies have pushed me into Your armsmore than my friends have.My friends tied me to the earth.My enemies untied me from the earthand tore down every hope I had set on it.
They have made me a stranger in the kingdoms of the earth,and someone the earth does not need.A hunted animal finds a safer shelterthan one that is not hunted.In the same way, hunted by my enemies,I have found the safest shelter of all.I have hidden under Your tent,where neither friends nor enemiescan destroy my soul.Bless my enemies, O Lord.I bless them too, and do not curse them.
They have confessed my sins to the world in my place.They have whipped mewhen I shrank from whipping myself.They have tormented mewhen I ran from suffering.They have insulted mewhen I flattered myself.They have spat on mewhen I was proud of myself.Bless my enemies, O Lord.I bless them too, and do not curse them.
When I made myself out to be wise,they called me a fool.When I made myself out to be mighty,they laughed at me as if I were a dwarf.When I wanted to lead people,they pushed me to the back.When I hurried to get rich,they beat me back with an iron hand.When I thought I would sleep in peace,they woke me from my sleep.When I built a house for a long and quiet life,they tore it down and drove me out.Truly, my enemies have untied me from the worldand stretched out my hands to the hem of Your garment.Bless my enemies, O Lord.I bless them too, and do not curse them.
Bless them and multiply them.Multiply them, and make them still more bitter against me,so that my flight to You has no turning back;so that all my hope in people is torn like a spider’s web;so that humility may reign in my soul completely;so that my heart may become the graveof my two evil twins, pride and anger;so that I may gather all my treasure in heaven;ah, so that at last I may be free of the self-deceptionthat has tangled me in the dreadful netof a life that deceives.
My enemies have taught me what few people know:that a person has no enemy in the world but himself.The only one who hates his enemiesis someone who does not knowthat enemies are not enemies but harsh friends.Truly, it is hard for me to saywho has done me more good in this world, and who more harm:my friends or my enemies.So bless, O Lord, both my friends and my enemies.
A slave curses his enemies, because he does not know.But a son blesses them, because he knows.For a son knows that his enemies cannot touch his life.So he walks freely among themand prays to God for them.Bless my enemies, O Lord.I bless them too, and do not curse them.