Thomson(i)
5 The haughty hid a snare for me; they spread out nets for my feet; close by the way they laid for me a stumbling block.
6 I said to the Lord, Thou art my God. Hear Lord, the voice of my supplication.
7 O Lord, Lord, the strength of my salvation! Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
8 Deliver me not up to the wicked from my desire. Against me they have formed devices: Forsake me not, lest they be exalted.
9 Let the amount of their compassings; the labour of their lips cover them.
10 On them shall fall coals of fire in the land; and thou wilt overthrow them with miseries; that they may not rise up again.
11 A tattling chief cannot prosper in the land: evils will hunt to destruction a man of violence.