Psalms 141:10
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
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9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
7For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
23And Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast known, All their counsel against me `is' for death, Thou dost not cover over their iniquity, Nor their sin from before Thee blottest out, And they are made to stumble before Thee, In the time of Thine anger work against them!
15Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
10They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
10Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
110The wicked have laid a snare for me, And from thy precepts I wandered not.
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
8For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.
2Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
9From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
22Their table before them is for a snare, And for a recompence -- for a trap.
7Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.
9He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
10He is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.
10Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
11Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
15Mine eyes `are' continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
14They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are seeking my soul to destroy it, They are turned backward, And are ashamed, who are desiring my evil.
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
10For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
7Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
14Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.
15Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.
2In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
7By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.
26For the wicked have been found among My people. It looketh about the covering of snares, They have set up a trap -- men they capture.
3Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.
10Whoso is causing the upright to err in an evil way, Into his own pit he doth fall, And the perfect do inherit good.
2Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.
4Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.
12Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
32The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.
6The righteousness of the upright delivereth them, And in mischief the treacherous are captured.
15Desolations `are' upon them, They go down `to' Sheol -- alive, For wickedness `is' in their dwelling, in their midst.
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
12We swallow them as Sheol -- alive, And whole -- as those going down `to' the pit,
10God doth go before me, He causeth me to look on mine enemies.