They for my love became my foes, but I me set to pray.
And they for good that render ill, as en'mies me withstood; Yea, ev'n for this, because that I do follow what is good.
For without cause have they for me their net hid in a pit, They also have without a cause for my soul digged it.
They, to the spoiling of my soul, me ill for good repaid.