¹⁵ My eyes are ever on Yahweh, For he will pluck my feet out of the net.

⁸ For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.

⁴ Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, For you are my stronghold.

² Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; So our eyes look to Yahweh, our God, Until he has mercy on us.

¹ > I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?

² My help comes from Yahweh, Who made heaven and earth.

⁷ Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

⁸ Our help is in the name of Yahweh, Who made heaven and earth.

²⁶ For among my people are found wicked men: they watch, as fowlers lie in wait; they set a trap, they catch men.

²⁵ in gentleness correcting those who oppose him: perhaps God may give them repentance leading to a full knowledge of the truth,

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