JuliaSmith(i)
9 From the face of the unjust that laid me waste, enemies against the soul will go round about against me.
10 They shut up their fat: their mouth spake in pride.
11 We went straight, now they surrounded us: their eyes they will set to incline to the earth;
12 His likeness as a lion will long for the prey, and as a young lion dwelling in secret places.
13 Arise, O Jehovah, anticipate his face, cast him down: deliver my soul from the unjust, thy sword.