Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.
Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!
Do not gather with sinners my soul, And with men of blood my life,
When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!
Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
Who riseth up for me with evil doers? Who stationeth himself for me with workers of iniquity?