2 O Lord my God, I put my faith in you; take me out of the hands of him who is cruel to me, and make me free;
3 So that he may not come rushing on my soul like a lion, wounding it, while there is no one to be my saviour.
4 O Lord my God, if I have done this; if my hands have done any wrong;
5 If I have given back evil to him who did evil to me, or have taken anything from him who was against me without cause;
6 Let my hater go after my soul and take it; let my life be crushed to the earth, and my honour into the dust. (Selah.)
7 Come up, Lord, in your wrath; be lifted up against my haters; be awake, my God, give orders for the judging.
8 The meeting of the nations will be round you; take your seat, then, over them, on high.
