For by You I have run through a troop; and by my God I have leaped over a wall.

You crown the year with Your goodness, and Your paths drop fatness.

They drop on the pastures of the wilderness; and the little hills gird themselves with joy.

Let their table become a snare before them; and to those at ease a trap.

And He refused the tabernacle of Joseph, and chose not the tribe of Ephraim;

but chose the tribe of Judah, the mount Zion which He loved.

Surely He will deliver you from the fowler's trap and from the destroying plague.

O Jehovah, keep me from the hands of the wicked; keep me from the violent man who purposed to trip up my steps.

The proud have hidden cords and a trap for me; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set snares for me. Selah.