8 Keep me as the apple of Your eye;hide me under the shadow of Your wings,
9 from the wicked who bring ruin to me,from my deadly enemies who surround me.
10 They close their hard hearts;with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 They have now encircled us in our steps;they have set their eyes to bend down to the earth;
12 it is like a lion that is anxious to rip its prey,and as a young lion lurking in secrecy.
13 Arise, O Lord! Confront him, cast him down!Deliver my soul from the wicked by Your sword,
14 from men by Your hand, O Lord,from men of the world whose portion is in this life. You fill their belly with Your treasure;they are satisfied with children,and they leave their abundance to their infants.