8Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
9From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
10They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
11They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
12Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.
13Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
14With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
