Do thou deliver me from them that work iniquity; And give me safety from the men of bloody cruelty.
Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay: hence from me bloody men.
With sinners gather not my soul, and such as blood would spill:
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
When as mine enemies and foes, most wicked persons all, To eat my flesh against me rose, they stumbled and did fall.
Lest that the enemy my soul should, like a lion, tear, In pieces rending it, while there is no deliverer.
Who will rise up for me against those that do wickedly? Who will stand up for me 'gainst those that work iniquity?