Deliver my soul from the sword; My darling from the power of the dog.
Lord, how long wilt thou look on? Rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.
Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
O LORD my God, if I have done this; If there be iniquity in my hands;
Let them be ashamed and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it; Let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.
Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: Deliver me because of mine enemies.
Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: Let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.