7 Make your mercies wonderful, for you save those who hope in you.
8 From those who resist your right hand, preserve me like the pupil of your eye. Protect me under the shadow of your wings,
9 from the face of the impious who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul.
10 They have concealed their fatness; their mouth has been speaking arrogantly.
11 They have cast me out, and now they have surrounded me. They have cast their eyes down to the earth.
12 They have taken me, like a lion ready for the prey, and like a young lion dwelling in hiding.
13 Rise up, O Lord, arrive before him and displace him. Deliver my soul from the impious one: your spear from the enemies of your hand.