There shall reach him a ruin he could not know, - Yea, his own net which he hath hidden, shall capture him, Into that ruin, shall he fall!

For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, - An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.

Yea they who are seeking my life, have laid snares, and they who are asking my harm, have threatened engulfing ruin, And, deceitful things - all day long, do they mutter.

Engulfing ruin, doth thy tongue devise, Like a whetted razor, working deceit;

Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.

Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.

When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

Thou hast broken down all his defenses, Thou hast laid his fortresses in ruins;

Shall the throne that inflicteth ruin, have fellowship with thee, That frameth oppression, by statute?

I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins.

Let his children, wander about, and beg, Let them be driven out of heir ruins;

O ruined daughter of Babylon, - how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!