8 Because of those mine enemies,Lord, in thy righteousnessDo thou me lead; do thou thy waymake straight before my face.
9 For in their mouth there is no truth,their inward part is ill;Their throat's an open sepulchre,their tongue doth flatter still.
10 O God, destroy them; let them beby their own counsel quell'd:Them for their many sins cast out,for they 'gainst thee rebell'd.
11 But let all joy that trust in thee,and still make shouting noise;For them thou sav'st; let all that lovethy name in thee rejoice.
12 For, Lord, unto the righteous manthou wilt thy blessing yield:With favour thou wilt compass himabout, as with a shield.