Though the snares of the wicked surround me, your law I do not forget.
He was still speaking when another came and said, “The Chaldeans formed three columns, seized the camels, carried them off, and put the servants to the sword; I alone have escaped to tell you.”
In your statutes I take delight; I will never forget your word.
I have wandered like a lost sheep; seek out your servant, for I do not forget your commandments.
The wicked hope to destroy me, but I seek to understand your testimonies.
Keep me, Lord, from the clutches of the wicked; preserve me from the violent, who plot to trip me up.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.
Do not say, “As they did to me, so will I do to them; I will repay them according to their deeds.”
Like brigands lying in wait is the band of priests. They murder on the road to Shechem, indeed they commit a monstrous crime.