4 Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul; let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.
5 Let them be as chaff before the wind, and let the angel of the Lord chase them.
6 Let their way be dark and slippery, and let the angel of the Lord persecute them.
7 For without cause they have hid their net for me in a pit, which without cause they have dug for my soul.
8 Let destruction come upon him at unawares, and let his net that he has hid catch himself; into that very destruction let him fall.
9 And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord; it shall rejoice in his saving health.
10 All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, who delivers the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoils him?