7Show the marvels of your mercies, you that save them that hope in you.
8Keep me as the apple of the eye from those that resist your right hand: you shall screen me by the covering of your wings,
9from the face of the ungodly that have afflicted me: my enemies have compassed about my soul.
10They have enclosed themselves with their own fat: their mouth has spoken pride.
11They have now cast me out and compassed me round about: they have set their eyes so as to bow them down to the ground.