1
God, get me out of here, away from this evil; protect me from these vicious people.
2
All they do is think up new ways to be bad; they spend their days plotting war games.
3
They practice the sharp rhetoric of hate and hurt, speak venomous words that maim and kill.
4
God, keep me out of the clutch of these wicked ones, protect me from these vicious people;
5
Stuffed with self-importance, they plot ways to trip me up, determined to bring me down. These crooks invent traps to catch me and do their best to incriminate me.
6
I prayed, "God, you're my God! Listen, God! Mercy!
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God, my Lord, Strong Savior, protect me when the fighting breaks out!
8
Don't let the wicked have their way, God, don't give them an inch!"
9
These troublemakers all around me - let them drown in their own verbal poison.
10
Let God pile hellfire on them, let him bury them alive in crevasses!
11
These loudmouths - don't let them be taken seriously; These savages - let the Devil hunt them down!