That thou may'st give him rest from days of sad adversity, Until the pit be digg'd for those that work iniquity.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
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.
Amidst those days that evil be, why should I, fearing, doubt? When of my heels th' iniquity shall compass me about.