Bible

1 God, get me out of here, away from this evil; protect me from these vicious people. 2 All they do is think up new ways to be bad; they spend their days plotting war games. 3 They practice the sharp rhetoric of hate and hurt, speak venomous words that maim and kill. 4 God, keep me out of the clutch of these wicked ones, protect me from these vicious people; 5 Stuffed with self-importance, they plot ways to trip me up, determined to bring me down. These crooks invent traps to catch me and do their best to incriminate me. 6 I prayed, "God, you're my God! Listen, God! Mercy! 7 God, my Lord, Strong Savior, protect me when the fighting breaks out! 8 Don't let the wicked have their way, God, don't give them an inch!" 9 These troublemakers all around me - let them drown in their own verbal poison. 10 Let God pile hellfire on them, let him bury them alive in crevasses! 11 These loudmouths - don't let them be taken seriously; These savages - let the Devil hunt them down! 12 I know that you, God, are on the side of victims, that you care for the rights of the poor. 13 And I know that the righteous personally thank you, that good people are secure in your presence.