^{8 Ref} Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

^{9 Ref} From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

^{10 Ref} Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

^{11 Ref} `Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

^{12 Ref} His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

^{13 Ref} Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,