8 As th' apple of the eye me keep;in thy wings shade me close
9 From lewd oppressors, compassingme round, as deadly foes.
10 In their own fat they are inclos'd;their mouth speaks loftily.
11 Our steps they compass'd; and to grounddown bowing set their eye.
12 He like unto a lion isthat's greedy of his prey,Or lion young, which lurking dothin secret places stay.
13 Arise, and disappoint my foe,and cast him down,O Lord: My soul save from the wicked man,the man which is thy sword.
14 From men, which are thy hand, O Lord,from worldly men me save,Which only in this present lifetheir part and portion have.Whose belly with thy treasure hidthou fill'st: they children haveIn plenty; of their goods the restthey to their children leave.