6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes. 7 Shewe thy marueilous mercies, thou that art the Sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as resist thy right hand. 8 Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings, 9 From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.