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,
When evildoers assail me, uttering slanders against me, my adversaries and foes, they shall stumble and fall.
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.
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?