deliver me from those who work evil, and save me from bloodthirsty men.
Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God! O men of blood, depart from me!
Do not sweep my soul away with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men,
But you, O God, will cast them down into the pit of destruction; men of blood and treachery shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in you.
When evildoers assail me to eat up my flesh, my adversaries and foes, it is they who stumble and fall.
lest like a lion they tear my soul apart, rending it in pieces, with none to deliver.
Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers?