¶Keep me, Lord, from the hands of the wicked; Protect me from violent men Who intend to trip up my feet.
My steps have held to Your paths. My feet have not slipped.
May the foot of pride not come upon me, And may the hand of the wicked not drive me away.
You love all words that devour, You deceitful tongue.
So that it does not hear the voice of charmers, Or a skillful caster of spells.
Save me, my God, from the hand of the wicked, From the grasp of the wrongdoer and the ruthless,
To show partiality to the wicked is not good, Nor to suppress the righteous in judgment.