Blessed be Yahweh, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall: but Yahweh helped me.
From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
Now therefore, let not my blood fall to the earth before the face of Yahweh: for the king of Israel is come out to seek a flea, as when one doth hunt a partridge in the mountains.