And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,
And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
He draweth out the afflicted in his affliction, And uncovereth in oppression their ear.
Take heed -- do not turn unto iniquity, For on this thou hast fixed Rather than `on' affliction.
Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,
Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
Cords of the wicked have surrounded me, Thy law I have not forgotten.
To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,
Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.