For by You I can run upon a troop;
And by my God I can leap over a wall.

You have crowned the year with Your bounty,
And Your paths drip with fatness.

The pastures of the wilderness drip,
And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.

May their table before them become a snare;
And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.

Remember Your congregation, which You have purchased of old,
Which You have redeemed to be the tribe of Your inheritance;
And this Mount Zion, where You have dwelt.

He also rejected the tent of Joseph,
And did not choose the tribe of Ephraim,

But chose the tribe of Judah,
Mount Zion which He loved.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
Preserve me from violent men
Who have purposed to trip up my feet.

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

Keep me from the jaws of the trap which they have set for me,
And from the snares of those who do iniquity.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
You knew my path.
In the way where I walk
They have hidden a trap for me.