you'll still drop me into the Pit, and my own clothes will despise me.

The trap seizes him by the heel; a snare tightens its hold on him.

A rope lies hidden in the dirt; a trap lies waiting for him where he is walking."

I broke the fangs of the wicked, and made him drop the prey."

"A wretched crowd ambushes me to my right; they trip my feet; they build up their path of calamity for me.

When the clouds pour down; they drop their rain on all of humanity.