The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

My foot stands in an even place. In the congregations I will bless Yahweh. By David.

Don't let the foot of pride come against me. Don't let the hand of the wicked drive me away.

For I said, "Don't let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips."

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him.

That you may crush them, dipping your foot in blood, that the tongues of your dogs may have their portion from your enemies."

They will bear you up in their hands, so that you won't dash your foot against a stone.

When I said, "My foot is slipping!" Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up.

He will not allow your foot to be moved. He who keeps you will not slumber.