ECB(i)
9 from the face of the wicked who ravage me - from my soul enemies who surround me.
10 They shut their fat; their mouth words pompously:
11 they surround our steps; they set their eyes spreading to the earth:
12 as as a lion yearning for his prey - as a whelp settling in the coverts.
13 Rise, O Yah Veh, anticipate his face; knuckle him under: slip my soul from the wicked by your sword