2 Take hold of weapons and a shield, and rise up in assistance to me.
3 Bring forth the spear, and close in on those who persecute me. Say to my soul, "I am your salvation."
4 Let them be confounded and in awe, who pursue my soul. Let them be turned back and be confounded, who think up evil against me.
5 May they become like dust before the face of the wind, and let the Angel of the Lord hem them in.
6 May their way become dark and slippery, and may the Angel of the Lord pursue them.
7 For, without cause, they have concealed their snare for me unto destruction. Over nothing, they have rebuked my soul.
8 Let the snare, of which he is ignorant, come upon him, and let the deception, which he has hidden, take hold of him: and may he fall into that very snare.