Do not hand me over to the will of my foes, for false witnesses rise up against me, breathing out violence.
Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies; or I should be like a victim cast to the lions, to be rent in pieces and utterly devoured. God be thanked that our foes cannot have their way with us, or Smithfield would soon be on a blaze again. For false witnesses are risen up against me.
David does not presume to enter the King's presence uncalled; he fastens his thoughts on God's invitation to the throne of grace and reverently touches the golden scepter held out to him. True worship is seeking the face of God for Himself alone, making His favor our chief good, nothing less will satisfy.
AI summary
Commenting on Psalm 27:7-14
Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty. (g) But either pacify their wrath, or bridle their rage.