Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.
Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.
I call on the LORD, who is worthy to be praised; and I am saved from my enemies.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, LORD, my rock, and my redeemer.
He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
My eyes are ever on the LORD, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.
For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me. Without cause they have dug a pit for my soul.
They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the midst of it themselves. Selah.
A man who flatters his neighbor spreads a net for his feet.
He has said to me, *My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.* Most gladly therefore I will rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Messiah may rest on me.
and they may recover themselves out of the devil's snare, having been taken captive by him to his will.