8Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
9From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
10Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
11`Our steps now have compassed [him];` Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
12His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
14From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
