To the overseer, chanting to David: Deliver me, O Jehovah, from the evil man: wilt thou guard me from the man of violences
Delivering me from mine enemies: from those rising up thou wilt lift me up: thou wilt deliver me from the man of violence
My God, deliver me from the hand of the unjust one, from the hand of him transgressing, and the violent one.
A man of tongue shall not be prepared in the earth: a man of violence, evil shall hunt him to melt down the coverings.
Arise, O Jehovah, anticipate his face, cast him down: deliver my soul from the unjust, thy sword.
Judge me, O God, and contend my contention from a nation not godly: from the man of deceit and iniquity thou wilt deliver me.
To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem; in Saul sending, and they will watch the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O God: thou wilt set me on high from those rising up against me.
Watch me, O Jehovah, from the hands of the unjust one; from the man of violences wilt thou guard me; who purposed to overthrow my steps.
How long, O Jehovah, did I cry for help, and thou wilt not bear? I will cry to thee violence, and thou wilt not save.