Deliver my soul from the sword, my only one from the band of the dog.
O Jehovah, how long wilt thou see? Turn back my soul from their destruction, my only one from the lions.
O sword, be raised up against my shepherd, and against the man of my fellowship, says Jehovah of armies: strike the shepherd and the sheep shall be scattered; and I turned back my hand upon the little ones.
Arise, O Jehovah, anticipate his face, cast him down: deliver my soul from the unjust, thy sword.
O Jehovah my God, if I did this, if there is iniquity in my hand;
They shall be ashamed and blush together seeking my soul to take it away; they shall be turned back, and they delighting in my evil shall be ashamed.
Draw near to my soul, redeem it: ransom me on account of mine enemies.
They seeking my soul shall be confused and ashamed: they shall be turned away behind; and they desiring my evils, shall be ashamed.