They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and plan deceit all the day long.
He has put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
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.
The wicked have laid a snare for me: yet I strayed not from your precepts.
The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set traps for me. Selah.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the traps of the workers of iniquity.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.
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.
My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.
For the zeal of your house has eaten me up; and the reproaches of them that reproached you are fallen upon me.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.
All the brethren of the poor do hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursues them with words, yet they are nothing to him.