from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies who surround me.110
They close up their callous hearts,2 and their mouths speak with arrogance.311
They have tracked me down, they now surround me,4 with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground.
They are like a lion5 hungry for prey,6 like a great lion crouching in cover.
Rise up,7 O LORD, confront them, bring them down;8 rescue me from the wicked by your sword.
O LORD, by your hand save me from such men, from men of this world9 whose reward is in this life.10 You still the hunger of those you cherish; their sons have plenty, and they store up wealth11 for their children.
And I--in righteousness I will see your face; when I awake,12 I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.13