7O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.
8Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. Selah.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
10They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits — they arise not.