1 My God, deliver me from thosethat are mine enemies;And do thou me defend from thosethat up against me rise.
2 Do thou deliver me from themthat work iniquity;And give me safety from the menof bloody cruelty.
3 For, lo, they for my soul lay wait:the mighty do combineAgainst me, Lord; not for my fault,nor any sin of mine.
4 They run, and, without fault in me,themselves do ready make:Awake to meet me with thy help;and do thou notice take.
5 Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts,thou God of Israel,To visit heathen all: spare nonethat wickedly rebel.
6 At ev'ning they go to and fro;they make great noise and sound,Like to a dog, and often walkabout the city round.
7 Behold, they belch out with their mouth,and in their lips are swords:For they do say thus, Who is hethat now doth hear our words?