Those also who seek my life lay snares for me; Those who seek my hurt speak of destruction, And plan deception all the day long.
For they do not speak peace, But they devise deceitful matters Against the quiet ones in the land.
The proud have hidden 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 they have laid for me, And from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
Let those be put to shame and brought to dishonor Who seek after my life; Let those be turned back and brought to confusion Who plot my hurt.
The wicked have laid a snare for me, Yet I have not strayed from Your precepts.
For strangers have risen up against me, And oppressors have sought after my life; 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 catches the poor when he draws him into his net.
“He has removed my brothers far from me, And my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.
I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind; I am like a broken vessel.
My enemies speak evil of me: “When will he die, and his name perish?”
Because zeal for Your house has eaten me up, And the reproaches of those who reproach You have fallen on me.
My eye wastes away because of affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
All the brothers of the poor hate him; How much more do his friends go far from him! He may pursue them with words, yet they abandon him.