8 Protect me as the pupil of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings
9 from the wicked who treat me violently, my deadly enemies who surround me.
10 They have become hardened; their mouths speak arrogantly.
11 They advance against me; now they surround me. They are determined to throw me to the ground.
12 They are like a lion eager to tear,like a young lion lurking in ambush.
13 Rise up, Lord!Confront him; bring him down. With Your sword, save me from the wicked.
14 With Your hand, Lord, save me from men,from men of the worldwhose portion is in this life:You fill their bellies with what You have in store;their sons are satisfied,and they leave their surplus to their children.