Deliver me from the workers of wickedness, And save me from men of blood.
Oh, that You would slay the wrong, O Eloah! Depart from me, therefore, men of bloodshed!
Do not gather my being together with sinners, Nor my life with bloodthirsty men,
When evil-doers come against me To eat up my flesh, My adversaries and my enemies, They shall stumble and fall.
For You, O Elohim, do bring them down To the pit of destruction; Men of blood and deceit do not reach half their days; But I, I trust in You.
Lest they tear at my throat like a lion, Rending in pieces, with no one to deliver.
Who would rise up for me against evil-doers? Who would stand up for me against workers of wickedness?