1 My God, deliver me from those that are mine enemies; And do thou me defend from those that up against me rise. 2 Do thou deliver me from them that work iniquity; And give me safety from the men of bloody cruelty. 3 For, lo, they for my soul lay wait: the mighty do combine Against 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 none that wickedly rebel. 6 At ev'ning they go to and fro; they make great noise and sound, Like to a dog, and often walk about the city round. 7 Behold, they belch out with their mouth, and in their lips are swords: For they do say thus, Who is he that 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 God betimes shall me prevent; Upon mine en'mies God shall let me see mine heart's content. 11 Them slay not, lest my folk forget; but scatter them abroad By thy strong pow'r; and bring them down, O thou our shield and God. 12 For their mouth's sin, and for the words that from their lips do fly, Let them be taken in their pride; because they curse and lie. 13 In wrath consume them, them consume, that so they may not be: And that in Jacob God doth rule to th' earth's ends let them see. 14 At ev'ning let thou them return, making great noise and sound, Like to a dog, and often walk about the city round. 15 And let them wander up and down, in seeking food to eat; And let them grudge when they shall not be satisfied with meat. 16 But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud; at morn thy mercy praise: For thou to me my refuge wast, and tow'r, in troublous days. 17 O God, thou art my strength, I will sing praises unto thee; For God is my defense, a God of mercy unto me.