Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

The proud have digged for me pits, That [are] not according to Thy law.

Whoso is causing the upright to err in an evil way, Into his own pit he doth fall, And the perfect do inherit good.

Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And whoso is breaking a hedge, a serpent biteth him.

Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.