They prepared a net for my steps; my soul was bent down: they dug a pit before me, they fell into the midst of it. Silence.
The proud hid a snare for me, and cords; they spread a net at the hand of the way; they set snares for me. Silence.
Jehovah upholds to all falling, and raises up for all bowed down.
Go now, prepare yet, and know, and see his place where his foot shall be, who saw him there: for it was said to me being crafty, he will be crafty.
He dug a pit, and he will dig it out, and he will fall into the pitfall he will make.
The nations sank into the pit they made: in the net they hid, their foot was taken by it
For gratuitously they hid for me the destruction of their net: gratuitously they dug for my soul.
O my God, my soul will be bowed down upon me: for this I will remember from the land of Jordan and the Hermonites, from the mountain of smallness
In my spirit languishing upon me, and thou knewest my beaten paths. In the way which I shall go they hid a snare for me.
He causing the upright to wander in an evil way, into his pit shall he fall: and the good shall inherit complete things.
The merciful one perished from the earth, and none upright among men: they all will lie in wait for bloods; they will hunt each his brother with a net.
And having taken Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be grieved, and to be dejected.