The heathen are sunk in the pit which they themselves prepar'd; And in the net which they have hid their own feet fast are snar'd.
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.
Let ruin seize him unawares; his net he hid withal Himself let catch; and in the same destruction let him fall.
On them their own iniquity the Lord shall bring and lay, And cut them off in their own sin; our Lord God shall them slay.
But their own sword, which they have drawn, shall enter their own heart: Their bows which they have bent shall break, and into pieces part.
I will unto the Lord my God sing praises cheerfully, Because he hath his bounty shown to me abundantly.
Now know I God his king doth save: he from his holy heav'n Will hear him, with the saving strength by his own right hand giv'n.
My soul in God shall joy; and glad in his salvation be:
And let them sacrifice to him off 'rings of thankfulness; And let them shew abroad his works in songs of joyfulness.