7Show the marvels of thy mercies, Thou that savest them that hope in thee.
8Keep me as the apple of the eye From those that resist thy right hand: Thou shalt screen me by the covering of thy wings,
9From the face of the ungodly that have afflicted me: Mine 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.