Blessed be the LORD, who has not given us as a prey to their teeth.
You have thrust sore at me that I might fall: but the LORD helped me.
From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
Now therefore, let not my blood fall to the earth before the face of the LORD: for the king of Israel is come out to seek a flea, as when one does hunt a partridge in the mountains.