Thou wilt sit, and thou wilt speak against thy brother; against the son of thy, mother thou wilt give a stumbling-block.

Let their table before them become a snare, and when they are in peace, a trap, {and for a stumbling block, and for a retribution to them (LXX/NT)}.

Abundant peace have those loving Thy law, And they have no stumbling-block.

For thou hast rescued my soul from death, Wilt thou not rescue my feet from stumbling? That I may walk to and fro, before God, In the light of life.

For thou hast rescued my soul from death, - mine eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling.

But in my stumbling they rejoiced, and gathered themselves; the defamers gathered themselves against me, and I knew not; they tore and were not silent,

But as for me, my feet came close to stumbling,
My steps had almost slipped.

Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me. Tell my soul, "I am your salvation."

Yet because of you we are killed all day long; we are treated like sheep at the slaughtering block.

When the wicked, even my enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

When mine enemies turn back, They stumble and perish at thy presence.

So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: All that see them shall wag the head.

My knees stumble from fasting; and my flesh is losing its fatness.

Then He brought Israel out with silver and gold,
and no one among His tribes stumbled.

He broke their spirits with hard labor;
they stumbled, and there was no one to help.

Protect me, Lord,
from the clutches of the wicked.
Keep me safe from violent men
who plan to make me stumble.

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

For I said, “Don’t let them rejoice over me—
those who are arrogant toward me when I stumble.”

Don't kill them! Otherwise, my people may forget. By your power make them stumble around; bring them down low, Lord, our Shield.

For my life is at an end with sorrow, and my years with sighing. My strength stumbles because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.

For I [am] ready to stumble, and my pain [is] before me continually.

Thou shalt make room enough under me for to go, that my footsteps shall not slide. {TYNDALE: And thou madest me space to walk in, that my feet should not stumble.}

They neither know nor understand. They stumble around in the dark, while all the foundations of the earth crumble.