Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.
Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind `is' the portion of their cup.
And I have spread My net for him, and he hath been caught in My snare, and I have brought him in to Babylon, the land of the Chaldeans, and it he doth not see -- and there doth he die.
and David saith, `Let their table become for a snare, and for a trap, and for a stumbling-block, and for a recompense to them;