³ Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us,
    for we have had more than enough of contempt.^(A)
4 Our soul has had more than its fill
    of the scorn of those who are at ease,
    of the contempt of the proud.^(B)

⁸ Guard me as the apple of the eye;
    hide me in the shadow of your wings,^(A)
9 from the wicked who despoil me,
    my deadly enemies who surround me.
¹⁰ They close their hearts to pity;
    with their mouths they speak arrogantly.^(B)
11 They flush me out;^[a] now they surround me;
    they set their eyes to cast me to the ground.
¹² They are like a lion eager to tear,
    like a young lion lurking in ambush.^(C)

¹³ Rise up, O Lord, confront them, overthrow them!
    By your sword deliver my life from the wicked,^(D)
14 from mortals—by your hand, O Lord—
    from mortals whose portion in life is in this world.
May their bellies be filled with what you have stored up for them;
    may their children have more than enough;
    may they leave something over to their little ones.^(E)

³ May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
    the tongue that makes great boasts,^(A)
4 those who say, “With our tongues we will prevail;
    our lips are our own—who is our master?”

⁵ “Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,
    I will now rise up,” says the Lord;
    “I will place them in the safety for which they long.”^(B)