deliver me from those who work evil, and save me from bloodthirsty men.
O that thou wouldst slay the wicked, O God, and that men of blood would depart from me,
Sweep me not away with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men,
But thou, O God, wilt cast them down into the lowest pit; men of blood and treachery shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in thee.
When evildoers assail me, uttering slanders against me, my adversaries and foes, they shall stumble and fall.
lest like a lion they rend me, dragging me away, with none to rescue.
Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers?