Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap.

Hold them guilty, God. Let them fall by their own counsels; Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions, for they have rebelled against you.

The helpless are crushed. They collapse. They fall under his strength.

Lest my enemy say, "I have prevailed against him;" Lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.

I will strike them through, so that they will not be able to rise. They shall fall under my feet.

Let destruction come on him unawares. Let his net that he has hidden catch himself. Let him fall into that destruction.

Though he stumble, he shall not fall, for Yahweh holds him up with his hand.

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.