Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.

For Thou a poor people savest, And the eyes of the high causest to fall.

I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,

They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

Thine arrows are sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.

There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

And causeth it to fall in the midst of His camp, Round about His tabernacles.

And casteth out nations from before them, And causeth them to fall in the line of inheritance, And causeth the tribes of Israel to dwell in their tents,

But as man ye die, and as one of the heads ye fall,

Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.

And He lifteth up His hand to them, To cause them to fall in a wilderness,

And to cause their seed to fall among nations, And to scatter them through lands.

Jehovah doth perfect for me, O Jehovah, Thy kindness is to the age, The works of Thy hands let not fall!

They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.

The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!