11. Their steps even now encircle me;they watch closely, keeping low to the ground,
12. Like lions eager for prey,like a young lion lurking in ambush.
13. Rise, O Lord, confront and cast them down;rescue my soul from the wicked.
14. Slay them with your sword;with your hand, Lord, slay them;snatch them from the world in their prime.Their bellies are being filled with your friends;their children are satisfied too,for they share what is left with their young.
15. I am just—let me see your face;when I awake, let me be filled with your presence.