And if they are bound in fetters, Held in the cords of affliction,
You put my feet in the stocks, And watch closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
Know then that God has wronged me, And has surrounded me with His net.
He delivers the poor in their affliction, And opens their ears in oppression.
Take heed, do not turn to iniquity, For you have chosen this rather than affliction.
Those who sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, Bound in affliction and irons—
The pains of death surrounded me, And the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow.
The cords of the wicked have bound me, But I have not forgotten Your law.
To bind their kings with chains, And their nobles with fetters of iron;
The sorrows of Sheol surrounded me; The snares of death confronted me.
His own iniquities entrap the wicked man, And he is caught in the cords of his sin.
He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.