From the Wicked Man Lord set me free,
From the violent people please protect me,
Those who plot evil in their heart
Everyday they gather for the wars they start.
They sharpen their tongues like some kind of Viper,
Under their lips is the Venom of a spider guard me Lord
From Wicked hands, protect me please from the violent man...
Trip up my steps is what they hope the arrogant hide a snare for me
With ropes all along my footpath they spread
The net for me there traps are always set...
To Hashem I Say your the God for me,
Hashem lend an ear to the sound of my plea My Savior
Strength Hashem my Lord, you sheltered my head on the day of War
Lord don't give the wicked man what he desire,
Don't raise him higher in the way he conspires,
Bury the head of those who seek my defeat with their own lips deceit.
Let burning coals descend upon them may they fall in fire pits never
Rise again, don't build up the slanderous violent man
May he'd be trapped by his evil overthrown from the land.
I know that the Lord will execute
Just restore the poor and the destitute