Psalms 17:8-12

Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Your wings

From the wicked who deal violently with me, My deadly enemies who surround me.

They have closed their unfeeling hearts, With their mouths they speak proudly.

They have now surrounded us in our steps; They set their eyes to cast us down to the ground.

He is like a lion that is eager to tear, And as a young lion lurking in secret places.