6 I cried, for thou, God, heardest me; bow down thy ear to me, and hear thou my words.

7 Make wonderful thy mercies; that makest safe them that hope in thee.

8 Keep thou me as the apple of thine eye; and from them that against-stand thy right hand. Cover thou me under the shadow of thy wings;

9 from the face of unpious men, that have tormented me. Mine enemies have encompassed my soul;