Let the wrong fall into their own nets, While I pass by.
And they hanged Haman on the wooden structure that he had prepared for Mordeḵai, and the sovereign’s wrath abated.
“Those who surround me lift up their head; The trouble of their lips covers them;
Let ruin come upon him unawares, And let his net that he hid catch himself; Let him fall in it, into ruin.
The righteous is delivered from distress, And the wrong one takes his place.
