They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.
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.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.
The wicked have laid a snare for me: yet I erred not from your precepts.
For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.
He lies in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lies in wait to catch the poor: he does catch the poor, when he draws him into his net.
He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintance are truly estranged from me.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
For the zeal of your house has eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached you are fallen on me.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily on you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
All the brothers of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursues them with words, yet they are wanting to him.