8 Keep me as the apple of your eye;hide me in the shadow of your wings
9 from the wicked who despoil me.My ravenous enemies press upon me;
10 they close their hearts,they fill their mouths with proud roaring.
11 Their steps even now encircle me;they watch closely, keeping low to the ground,
12 Like lions eager for prey,like a young lion lurking in ambush.
13 Rise, O Lord, confront and cast them down;rescue my soul from the wicked.
14 Slay them with your sword;with your hand, Lord, slay them;snatch them from the world in their prime.Their bellies are being filled with your friends;their children are satisfied too,for they share what is left with their young.