Turn away from me, you evil men, so that I can observe the commands of my God.

I hate the mob of evil men, and do not associate with the wicked.

Wicked men will be wiped out, but those who rely on the Lord are the ones who will possess the land.

Hide me from the plots of evil men, from the crowd of evildoers.

Yes, wild dogs surround me – a gang of evil men crowd around me; like a lion they pin my hands and feet.

When evil men attack me to devour my flesh, when my adversaries and enemies attack me, they stumble and fall.

I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me; I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.

Who will rise up to defend me against the wicked? Who will stand up for me against the evildoers?