⁴ Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me; For thou art my stronghold.

¹⁵ Mine eyes are ever toward Jehovah; For he will pluck my feet out of the net.

¹⁴ Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in thy sight, O Jehovah, my rock, and my redeemer. Psalm 20 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

⁷ For without cause have they hid for me their net `in' a pit; Without cause have they digged `a pit' for my soul.

⁶ They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me; They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. Selah

⁷ Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: The snare is broken, and we are escaped.

⁵ The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me. Selah

⁵ A man that flattereth his neighbor Spreadeth a net for his steps.

⁹ And he hath said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for `my' power is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

²⁶ and they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him unto his will.