7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth,as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O [God] the Lord:in thee is my trust;leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me,and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets,whilst that I withal escape.