He saves me from mine enemies; yea, thou hast lifted me Above my foes; and from the man of vi'lence set me free.
Let not an evil speaker be on earth established: Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man, till he be ruined.
Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have.
Lord, from the ill and froward man give me deliverance, And do thou safe preserve me from the man of violence:
O God, the proud against me rise, and vi'lent men have met, That for my soul have sought; and thee before them have not set.
Upon his own head his mischief shall be returned home; His vi'lent dealing also down on his own pate shall come.
Thou hast an arm that's full of pow'r, thy hand is great in might; And thy right hand exceedingly exalted is in height.