Coverdale(i)
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
10 Which manteyne their owne welthynesse with oppression, & their mouth speaketh proude thinges.
11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
12 Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.