Leeser(i)
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye; conceal me under the shadow of thy wings,
9 From the wicked that despoil me, my enemies, who, to take my life, compass me about.
10 They are enclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 On our steps they now encompass us: they direct their eyes to turn aside in the land.
12 Every man is just like a lion that is greedy to tear his prey, and like a young lion lurking in a covert.
13 Arise, O Lord, prevent him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, who is thy sword,—
14 From these men—thy hand—O Lord, from the men of this world, whose portion is in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hidden treasure: they have children in plenty, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.