Upon his own head his mischief shall be returned home; His vi'lent dealing also down on his own pate shall come.
There fallen are they, and ruined, that work iniquities: Cast down they are, and never shall be able to arise.
He mischief, lying on his bed, most cunningly doth plot: He sets himself in ways not good, ill he abhorreth not.
The Lord is by the judgment known which he himself hath wrought: The sinners' hands do make the snares wherewith themselves are caught.
Let ruin seize him unawares; his net he hid withal Himself let catch; and in the same destruction let him fall.
My heart is fix'd, my heart is fix'd, O God; I'll sing and praise.
Let workers of iniquity into their own nets fall, Whilst I do, by thine help, escape the danger of them all.