Deliver my soul from the sword, my only one from the band of the dog.
Arise, O Jehovah, anticipate his face, cast him down: deliver my soul from the unjust, thy sword.
O Jehovah, how long wilt thou see? Turn back my soul from their destruction, my only one from the lions.
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.
O Jehovah my God, if I did this, if there is iniquity in my hand;
They seeking my soul shall be confused and ashamed: they shall be turned away behind; and they desiring my evils, shall be ashamed.
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.