8 Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
9 From the wicked that oppress me, My deadly enemies, that compass me about.
10 They are inclosed in their own fat: With their mouth they speak proudly.
11 They have now compassed us in our steps; They set their eyes to cast 'us' down to the earth.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, And as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
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