7 For without cause have they for metheir net hid in a pit,They also have without a causefor my soul digged it.
8 Let ruin seize him unawares;his net he hid withalHimself let catch; and in the samedestruction let him fall.
9 My soul in God shall joy; and gladin his salvation be:
10 And all my bones shall say, O Lord,who is like unto thee,Which dost the poor set free from himthat is for him too strong;The poor and needy from the manthat spoils and does him wrong?
11 False witnesses rose; to my chargethings I not knew they laid.
12 They, to the spoiling of my soul,me ill for good repaid.
13 But as for me, when they were sick,in sackcloth sad I mourn'd:My humbled soul did fast, my pray'rinto my bosom turn'd.