All who see me sneer at me;
They separate with the lip, they wag the head, saying,

May their table before them become a snare;
And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.

For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence.

And served their idols,
Which became a snare to them.

The wicked have laid a snare for me,
Yet I have not gone astray from Your precepts.

Our soul has escaped as a bird out of the snare of the trapper;
The snare is broken and we have escaped.