7 Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave,just like when the ground is broken up and plowed.
8 But my eyes are on you, my Lord God.I take refuge in you; don’t let me die!
9 Protect me from the trap they’ve set for me;protect me from the snares of the evildoers.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets—all together!—but let me make it through safely.