7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.
8 But my eyes are unto you, O GOD the Lord: in you is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the traps of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I thus escape.