O LORD my God, if I have done this; if there be iniquity in my hands;

Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.

Yea, let none that wait on thee be ashamed: let them be ashamed which transgress without cause.

That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

But this cometh to pass, that the word might be fulfilled that is written in their law, They hated me without a cause.

The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.

The proud have digged pits for me, which are not after thy law.

The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.