Accusers

May the accusers of my soul be ashamed and consumed; may those who seek my harm be covered with scorn and disgrace.

May this be the LORD’s reward to my accusers, to those who speak evil against me.

I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace; may they wear their shame like a robe.

Attend to me, O LORD. Hear what my accusers are saying!

Then Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?”

When I was informed that there was a plot against the man, I sent him to you at once. I also instructed his accusers to present their case against him before you.

…he said, “I will hear your case when your accusers arrive.” Then he ordered that Paul be kept under guard in Herod’s Praetorium.

Yet my accusers did not find me debating with anyone in the temple or riling up a crowd in the synagogues or in the city.

I told them that it is not the Roman custom to hand a man over before he has had an opportunity to face his accusers and defend himself against their charges.

But when his accusers rose to speak, they did not charge him with any of the crimes I had expected.