Or ‘Deliver me from the enemy’s power, and from the hand of tyrants ransom me’?

This is the portion of the wicked man allotted by God, the inheritance that evildoers receive from the Almighty.

O God, arrogant men attack me; a gang of ruthless men, who do not respect you, seek my life.

So a strong nation will extol you; the towns of powerful nations will fear you.

like heat in a dry land, you humble the boasting foreigners. Just as the shadow of a cloud causes the heat to subside, so he causes the song of tyrants to cease.

But the horde of invaders will be like fine dust, the horde of tyrants like chaff that is blown away. It will happen suddenly, in a flash.

I will punish the world for its evil, and wicked people for their sin. I will put an end to the pride of the insolent, I will bring down the arrogance of tyrants.

For you are a protector for the poor, a protector for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the rainstorm, a shade from the heat. Though the breath of tyrants is like a winter rainstorm,