Deliver me from those working vanity, and save me from men of bloods.
Surely thou wilt kill the unjust one, O God: and ye men of bloods, depart from me.
Thou wilt not gather my soul with the sinning, and my life with men of bloods:
In the drawing near of those doing evil to me, to eat my flesh, adversaries and enemies to me, they were weak and fell
And thou, O God, wilt bring them down to the well of destruction: men of bloods and deceit shall not halve their days; and I will trust in thee.
Lest he shall rend my soul as the lion, breaking in pieces and none delivering.
Who shall rise up for me against those doing evil? who shall stand for me against those working iniquity?