And sith thou art my strength, therefore pull me out of the net, Which they in subtilty for me so privily have set.
Mine eyes upon the Lord continually are set: For he it is that shall bring forth my feet out of the net.
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.
My soul's bow'd down; for they a net have laid, my steps to snare: Into the pit which they have digg'd for me, they fallen are.
The words which from my mouth proceed, the thoughts sent from my heart, Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength and my Redeemer art.
Our soul's escaped, as a bird out of the fowler's snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.
For without cause have they for me their net hid in a pit, They also have without a cause for my soul digged it.
Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry; And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.
My soul he doth restore again; and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake.