He lieth in wait in a hiding-place, like a lion in his covert, He lieth in wait to catch the humbled, He catcheth the humbled, by drawing him into his net:
Perished is the man of lovingkindness out of the earth, and, upright among men, is there none,—they all, for bloodshed, lie in wait. Every man—for his brother, do they hunt as for one devoted to destruction.
All my bones, shall say—O Yahweh, who is like unto thee? Rescuing the oppressed from one stronger than he, Yea the oppressed and the needy, from their spoiler.
The hireling, even because he is no shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, vieweth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth,—and, the wolf, seizeth them and scattereth,—
The noise of the howling of the shepherds, for spoiled is their majesty,—The noise of the roaring of the young lions, for spoiled are the proud banks of the Jordan.
Thou hast pierced, with his own staves, the head of his chiefs, they storm along, to scatter me,—their exultant thought, is, in very deed, to devour the oppressed one, in a secret place!
The people of the land have exacted oppression, and seized plunder,- Even the afflicted and the needy, have they maltreated, And the sojourner have they oppressed without justice.
Yea, a knave, his weapons are wicked,—He, base schemes, hath devised To ruin the oppressed with speeches of falsehood Even when the needy pleadeth, for justice.
Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,—I will place him in safety—let him puff at him!
Thou, therefore, do not be persuaded by them, for there are lying in wait for him, from among them, more than forty men,—who, indeed, have bound themselves under a curse, neither to eat nor drink, till they have killed him; and, now, are they ready, awaiting the promise, from thee.