Psalms 17:8-13

MKJV(i) 8 Keep me as the pupil, the daughter of the eye; hide me under the shadow of Your wings, 9 from the face of the wicked who strip me. Those against my soul, My foes, encircle me. 10 They are enclosed in their own fat; with their mouth they speak proudly, 11 they have now hemmed in our steps, they have set their eyes to bow me to the earth, 12 their likeness is like a lion that longs to tear, and like a young lion lurking in secret places. 13 Arise, O Jehovah, disappoint him, bow him down; deliver my soul from the wicked by Your sword,