I err'd not from them, though for me the wicked snares did set.
Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.
The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.
For me the wicked have laid wait, me seeking to destroy: But I thy testimonies true consider will with joy.
The proud have digged pits for me, which is against thy laws.
Unfeignedly thee have I sought with all my soul and heart: O let me not from the right path of thy commands depart.
They so consum'd me, that on earth my life they scarce did leave: Thy precepts yet forsook I not, but close to them did cleave.
The men whose hearts with pride are stuff'd did greatly me deride; Yet from thy straight commandements I have not turn'd aside.
Thou hast rebuk'd the cursed proud, who from thy precepts swerve.
But, as one deaf, that heareth not, I suffer'd all to pass; I as a dumb man did become, whose mouth not open'd was:
My heart is fix'd, my heart is fix'd, O God; I'll sing and praise.