Leeser(i)
9 From the wicked that despoil me, my enemies, who, to take my life, compass me about.
10 They are enclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 On our steps they now encompass us: they direct their eyes to turn aside in the land.
12 Every man is just like a lion that is greedy to tear his prey, and like a young lion lurking in a covert.
13 Arise, O Lord, prevent him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, who is thy sword,—