Guard me, O יהוה, from the hands of the wrong; Guard me from a man of violence, Who have schemed to trip up my steps.
My steps have held fast to Your paths, My feet have not slipped.
Let not the foot of pride come against me, And the hand of the wrong drive me away.
You loved all devouring words, O tongue of deceit.
So as not to hear the voice of whisperers, Or a skilled caster of spells.
Rescue me, O my Elohim, Out of the hand of the wrong, Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel.
It is not good to show partiality to the wrong, Or to turn aside the righteous in right-ruling.