1. My God, deliver me from thosethat are mine enemies;And do thou me defend from thosethat up against me rise.
2. Do thou deliver me from themthat work iniquity;And give me safety from the menof bloody cruelty.
3. For, lo, they for my soul lay wait:the mighty do combineAgainst me, Lord; not for my fault,nor any sin of mine.
4. They run, and, without fault in me,themselves do ready make:Awake to meet me with thy help;and do thou notice take.
5. Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts,thou God of Israel,To visit heathen all: spare nonethat wickedly rebel.
6. At ev'ning they go to and fro;they make great noise and sound,Like to a dog, and often walkabout the city round.
7. Behold, they belch out with their mouth,and in their lips are swords:For they do say thus, Who is hethat now doth hear our words?
8. But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them,and all the heathen mock.
9. While he's in pow'r I'll wait on thee;for God is my high rock.
10. He of my mercy that is Godbetimes shall me prevent;Upon mine en'mies God shall letme see mine heart's content.
11. Them slay not, lest my folk forget;but scatter them abroadBy thy strong pow'r; and bring them down,O thou our shield and God.